Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
I stand, feeling my cock fucking throb like a damn toothache, desperate for its turn as I look down at her, her chest red with orgasm-heat, her body slick with sweat.
I take in her soft round curves. Her open legs. The sheen of her dripping wet pussy. Her sweet pink slit. My fucking dick is about to explode as I imagine spraying my hot seed right up against her ripe womb. And with that thought, I grunt as a spurt of pre-cum reminds me I need to get down to business or I’m not going to last.
“Look at me, Kitty Kat.” It’s all I can do to keep my voice low and steady. “Tell me this is what you want.”
She answers by rolling over, bracing her arms and crawling toward me. She locks those sexy brown eyes on me, back arched, ass swaying. I’ve always called her Kitty Kat. But right now, looking up at me, she’s all babygirl. One hundred percent.
She’s so fucking sexy, I feel like I could take on the world for her. My own Helen of Troy.
“Can I taste you now?” she asks, panting and breathless still as she comes down from her peak. Her voice is so sweet, so innocent. Her little fingers find their way to my pants. And at the lightest pressure of her touch, I feel another pulse of pre-cum release, hot and sticky inside my pants.
She glances down, smiling. She fucking knows what’s she’s doing. A larger wet spot forms over my erection.
“Well, well, well, big brother,” she teases, tracing the shape of my hard dick through the canvas of my fatigues. “Big in more ways than one.”
Her eyes narrow, turning dark and sultry.
I cup her chin, drawing her eyes upward.
“Tell me all the dirty things swirling around in that pretty head.”
Without breaking my stare, she traces the ridge of my cock’s crown, then down the shaft, back up and grabbing the tip. “I saw you in the shower, two years ago. I know what’s under here. And I want it. Close up this time. Personal.”
I pinch her cheeks together. “You say that like you can handle it.”
She swallows, blinks once, her pupils dilating. “You won’t know until you let me try. Pretty please?”
“Fuck, baby…” I growl, my head falling back, as her fingers start to work the zipper down, tooth by tooth.
I feel my cock bob out and she groans. “Oh my god,” she whispers. “Look at you. Just look at you.”
I find myself smiling up at the ceiling, kinda pissed and kinda flattered. She knows I hate compliments.
She laughs. “You’re huge. And those veins. They look painful. I think your blood pressure is dangerously high…”
Now I level her with a stare. “You told me this is your first time.”
Her eyes flash a little, afraid but also daring. “But I have the internet, don’t I? It’s not like I’ve never seen one.”
A hot rush of anger fills my body, my balls, my brain. “I don’t even want you fucking looking at other cocks. We clear? Unless you’re with me, and I’m fucking you while you watch. Clear?”
She bites her lip. “Yeah. Perfectly.” And then she reaches into my pants, and gives my pulsing shaft a squeeze.
“Fuck.”
She tugs my pants down with her free hand, then when she’s got them at my knees she wraps both her hands around me and the room starts to spin with my primal, desperate urge to passion-fuck my sister.
The urge is so strong, slow is no longer an option. I kick off my boots and they hit the wall behind me with two hard thumps. I shove my pants down all the way, stomping them off with her never releasing her little fingers from around the silky-smooth skin of my dick. As I stand naked, she loosens one hand, taking her index finger and tracing the ropes of dark veins up and down the rock solid length.
She tips her head, making her hair slide over her shoulder, then raises her eyes to mine, leaning in, brushing her lips on the dripping pre-cum as she moans.
Fuck, she moans at my taste. When the soft skin of her lips engulfs the tip, stars dance in my eyes and the room starts to spin.
A molten shiver pulses from my balls. Her tongue tickles the head, and I feel the tip of her tongue press into the opening, mining for more of my cum.
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” I knit my hand into her hair as she focuses her pursed lips over the slit, drawing out what she can, sucking firmly and still moaning like what I’m giving her is the most delicious thing ever.
She opens her lips, her hands guiding my thickness into her mouth, over her tongue, running it around the edges of the head. It feels so fucking good, so fucking right. I watch her twirl her tongue around the purple head until it’s slick with her spit.