Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
She’s stunning, all curves and flushed skin, pure temptation as she crooks her finger. “Come here, Olly. Right now. I have something I want to tell you.”
“What’s that, love?” I ask, lengthening myself on top of her.
We both exhale a soft groan at the first, full-body contact. She’s so soft and hot, her curves heaven against me as she wraps her legs around my waist.
And fuck, she’s wet.
So wet I can feel her through her panties.
“I want to tell you that I’m on the pill,” she whispers in my ear, making me groan as I grind closer, rubbing my cock against her clit. She shudders, a hungry sound wrenching from the back of her throat. “But I still want to use a condom. Is that okay?”
“Anything you want is okay,” I assure her in a husky voice. “I’ll grab a condom from my wallet in just a second. As soon as I work up the strength to stop humping you through these filthy little panties.”
“My panties are not filthy,” she teases, dragging her nails down my back in a way that makes it even harder to imagine leaving the paradise of her arms, even for a moment. “My panties may, in fact, be the only item of clothing that escaped both coffee and beer.”
“Really?” I nibble her dainty lobe before whispering into the pink shell of her ear, “Then why are they so wet, Ms. Darling?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Olly,” she counters. “Why don’t you do some investigating and find out?”
Investigate, I do.
Most thoroughly.
Until her equally dainty pussy lips are swollen beneath my mouth and she’s soaking my tongue as she moans and writhes on the mattress.
“Fuck, you’re sweet,” I say, my jaw clenching as I glide two fingers inside her. “And so soaked for me. God, Em, I really need to go fetch a condom. This drenched little fanny isn’t going to fuck herself.”
“Yes, condom. Yes,” she chants, even as she reaches down to grip my face in her trembling hands. “But not yet. Just do that thing again first. The thing with your… Oh, God. Oh God, yes, Olly. Oh God!”
Then, she’s coming for me, arching off the bed as she grinds her delicious pussy into my mouth, and I’m embarrassed to say that I go completely out of my head. I lose time, lose my mind, lose something necessary to continuing cognition because the next thing I know, Emily’s on top of me, and I’m watching her spread those pink, swollen lips to make way for my cock.
My cock, which is mercifully already sheathed in latex, though I have no memory of grabbing the condom from my wallet.
But I must have done.
Or maybe Em fetched it for me. She’s clearly a brilliant, beautiful girl who has no trouble taking charge when needed.
“Fuck, yes, darling,” I murmur, gaze locked on her gorgeous curves as she fits me to her entrance. “God, could you be more beautiful?”
She leans forward, and I surge up to meet her, needing her nipples in my mouth as she seats herself on my cock. She gasps as I suck her deep, arms shaking as she braces them on either side of my face.
“Yes, just like that.” I groan as she starts to move, rocking against me with an urgency that makes it clear she’s already close again. “Take what you need, Em. Ride me until you come because all I want is you.” I flick my tongue across her nipple. “Coming.” Flick, flick. “On my cock.”
“Yes, God, yes,” she pants, the words trailing into a moan as I continue to lavish attention on both her gorgeous breasts.
Soon, she’s grinding on me with an enthusiasm that has me fighting the need to explode with every fiber of my being. But I refuse to let her down by going off this early in the game, and I’m nowhere near ready for this to be over.
I want to watch her breasts bouncing above me, her face twisting as she chases her pleasure, for as long as humanly possible.
“Stunning,” I murmur, urging her on with my hips, my hands gripping her ass. “You’re stunning when you’re about to soak my cock. Fuck, yes, Emily. Yes, darling, come for me. Come for me, love.”
She comes with that loud, unabashed American scream I was hoping for, her nails digging into my shoulders, her pussy gripping me with a ferocity that banishes all hope of switching positions before I lose the battle against the release bearing down upon me.
The best I can do is thrust up—hard and deep—lifting her into the air as I follow her over the edge. I cry out, the orgasm so intense it rearranges things inside me as my cock jerks and pulses, drenching my every cell in bliss.
For a moment, we just cling, sweat-slick and shaking, her breath hot against my neck, mine ragged in her hair. I realize I would very much like to stay buried inside her, potentially forever, but—