Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“Be inside of me,” she whines against my lips, imploring me with those green eyes.
“It’ll hurt if I put it in now, June Bug,” I say, licking into her mouth. “I need to finger your pussy some to get it ready. I want you screaming in pleasure, not pain.”
She pouts at me, and God almighty, I almost give in and pump myself into that little hole between her legs. She’s so sexy and pure, the ache in my dick echoes in my bones. I want her with my whole body, inside and out. If I could feel anything but sharp, urgent need, I’d probably be terrified.
I break the kiss and I’m immediately desperate to get my mouth back on her. Somewhere, anywhere. I yank up the hem of her tank top and almost unload my wad over my first look at her breasts. “Oh shit. Jesus!” I reach down and crank my cock a few times with a brutal fist, my teeth drawing blood from my bottom lip. “Your tits are going to make me come.”
Her features are astonished. “But…really?”
My fist works up and down the trunk of my dick, and I shudder through a moan, mesmerized by the rosy shade of her nipples. “Touch them for me, baby.”
“Like this?” she asks, innocently plucking at the buds.
“Ohhhh God,” I growl. “I want to nut all over them.”
“You can do whatever you want with them,” she whispers. “You’re my D—”
I stop her flow of words with a hard kiss, because I know what she’s going to say. I know she’s on the verge of calling me Daddy, but I can’t withstand that kind of pleasure all at once without blowing my sperm all over the bedding. I’m not exaggerating when I say her ripe and rosy tits are the hottest things I’ve ever seen. My cock is never going to be soft again, now that I know those bouncy dick-teasers exist. I’m going to be in agony and ecstasy for the rest of my life, wishing my face was buried between them.
Another time, though.
She’s horny and I’m on the verge of detonating.
I don’t have enough willpower right now for much foreplay, and her pussy is my primary concern. I give each of her gorgeous tits a savoring kiss, before dragging an open-mouthed path down her stomach to her mound, rolling my face side to side in the wetness.
“Fuuuuck,” I grind out through my teeth. “You don’t even know what you’re wet for yet. You just know it’s time.”
“Yes. Please,” she hiccups, her fingers twinging in my hair.
I lick apart her flesh and shudder hotly at the fresh sluice of moisture, how it drips off my tongue as I go to work, rubbing the stiffened length of my tongue against her clit, her trembling thighs hugging the sides of my face, her whimpers filing the room, the coconut taste of her like an aphrodisiac. She’s like a delicious piece of ripe fruit, succulent and juicy, wetter than a virgin should be for cock. But she trusts me. That makes her taste even sweeter.
“Here come my fingers.” I make small side-to-side movements with my lips on top of her clit while my fingers delve inside, my eyes opening wide in shock to find June can only take one finger. The middle one. “Christ, you keep your legs crossed tight for twenty years, didn’t you, baby? No one was going to touch you here but me.”
“Uh-huh,” she sobs. “What if you can’t fit, though?”
“June Bug,” I grind out, spitting on her too-snug cunt. “I’ll cancel the rest of the tour before I leave this bed without popping that pretty cherry.”
She’s mid-moan when I go back to my task, stretching her with my middle finger, winding and twisting into her wet channel, lapping at her clit for everything I’m worth while she gets more and more used to me. Finally, when she’s lifting her hips to meet the thrusts of my finger, I add the second one and she takes it. Just barely, but it’s in there, her flesh suctioning around my knuckles, her juice dripping all over my callouses and wrist.
She’s fucking divine.
A miracle.
And I can’t wait any longer. I need to pound this tight thing into next week.
I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long when she’s this fucking perfect.
I’ve already got her balanced on the precipice of an orgasm, but when I tickle her G-spot with the pad of my middle finger and bear down on her clit with a stiff lick, it’s like firing an arrow at a bullseye. Her scream is sweeter than any music I could ever make, her pleasure full-bodied and feminine. I could survive on it, I swear to God.
Wiping my dripping chin off on my fist, I come up over the top of June, noting her bright, glazed eyes, the way her thighs spread open, offering me her innocence with such eager obedience. She’s panting, those incredible breasts heaving up and down. She’s dewy with sweat and half of it is mine. Between her legs, she’s shiny with spit and her own come.