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Chapters (37)
  1. Title Page
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Dedication
  4. About This Book
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  33. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  34. Chapter Thirty
  35. Epilogue
  36. About the Author
  37. Excerpt The Tangle of Awful

Her eyes grow wide and her mouth parts. “Oh.”

I kiss along her pussy lip, bypassing her clit and seeking her slick hole. She groans as my tongue teases her tight opening. Testing what I’m working with here, I gently push my tongue into her. Her hands slam down onto my head, grasping my hair so tightly I’m sure she’s ripping half of it out. I pull my tongue out and look at her.

“Thread your fingers together and rest them under your head. When I make you come, I don’t need you stopping it right when I get to the good part. Are we clear?”

She quickly obeys, locking her hands behind her head. Gripping her thighs, I push them farther apart so that her pink hole peeks open. It just begs to be licked and worshipped. Dropping my mouth back down to her pussy, I begin sucking the sweet, untouched flesh, learning every inch. Her whimpers and moans are hot as fuck. So quiet and restrained. One day, I’ll have her in my bed and she can make all the noise she wants to.

I work my thumbs along her pussy lips and then pull them aside. Her hooded clit is on full display, dark pink and ready for attention. I flatten my tongue, tasting her slick arousal, and then drag it all the way along her slit until I reach her clit. She jolts at the touch, her hands flying out from under her head.

“Hands,” I growl.

She quickly stuffs them back under her head. “S-Sorry.”

“Do it again and I’ll restrain you.”

I blow on her pussy gently and then lick her again. Harder. Faster. And then I suck on her. I nibble and bite and tease until she’s writhing so hard the bed is squeaking. Her arousal and my saliva are making quite the mess on her pussy.

“I like the way you taste,” I murmur before sucking on her clit again. “So fucking delicious.”

She moans and spreads her thighs farther as though she wants more but doesn’t know how to ask for it. I obey her silent request, teasing her opening with the tip of my finger.

“Do you wear tampons?”

“N-No,” she murmurs. “I tried once and it hurt.”

I push inside her body to my first knuckle. “My finger is bigger than a tampon, I’m afraid.”

“I want it.”

“You say you do, but your body needs training.” I lap at her pussy, teasing her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. “Let’s try one finger for now.”

She gasps as I push it deep inside of her. Her body grips my finger tightly. This girl is small and not quite ready for a man of my size. In and out, I work her pussy, lazily rubbing against her G-spot on each near retreat and simultaneously sucking on her clit.