Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“Ohhhh!” she shrieked as her cunt convulsed on my mouth. “Ummm!”
It was sheer heaven. Hot juices gushed down my throat, and I swallowed hungrily while licking her through her climax. I tunneled my tongue up her channel, and to my surprise, there was a spongy barrier there. That almost made me stop. My Elle is a virgin? The teenage girl’s never had a hard dick in her body before? My cock hardened and throbbed, literally dripping from the knowledge.
But that’s the problem. Now that I know that the brat’s a virgin, I’m definitely going back for more. Whatever shred of self-control I had before, well, it’s all gone now. I’m going to fuck that curvy body so hard and deep that my dick tip comes out her throat. Her eyes are going to bulge as her cheeks blow up, stuffed full with my man meat. My semen’s going to seep from her ass as she cries out, her anal rim raw and stretched from the massive girth of my shaft.
But that’s also exactly why Elle doesn’t deserve what I’m about to do. She’s a sweet, innocent virgin, and needs a gentle man who will go slow for her first time. Yet I can’t go slow. The rancid thoughts that fill my head 24/7 have no rainbows, stars, or unicorns in them. All they feature are twisted images of my sweet stepdaughter in all sorts of obscene positions with her legs spread wide, and every hole dripping male jism as she begs for more.
Fuck! What the hell is happening? Unfortunately, it’s only too clear. I’m obsessed with the brat, and nothing’s going to stop me from claiming her now. Hell, I could go to jail, and I wouldn’t care. The crime would be worth the punishment a hundred-fold.
I sigh and look around the body shop. Fortunately, none of my employees have been suspicious as I immerse myself in the dirty work. But the fact is that I’ve been going crazy, and three days of jobs have already been completed in the space of one. Hell, at this rate, I’ll be able to open a second location by the end of the year.
I suppose I could just call it a day and go home, but I’m worried about being in the house after what happened last night. What if Elle comes home early from work? I can’t be alone with her, not after I fucked up like that. It was wrong on so many levels. I berate myself again, letting out a string of curses under my breath. Fuck me. I deserve to be locked up for life.
Even worse, through all the pussy-licking and clit-sucking, I also talked a lot. Before I knew what I was doing, I was telling Elle the truth of why I was there. That I had to see her. All of her. And then I did the most unforgivable thing - I placed the responsibility of what was happening between us on her. I asked her for her consent, knowing she’d give it to me. I asked her to tell me to leave, instead of leaving of my own accord. I know the sweet girl wants me. I know how impressionable she is. Besides, Elle’s just a teenager who doesn’t understand the consequence of our actions. As a grown man more than twice her age, I should have been the one to make that call.
Shame engulfs me all over again as I recall how willingly she took off her nighty and showed me her body. Her deliciously curvy body. Those enormous, soft tits with their hard pink nipples. Those wide, sassy hips. Those milky thighs, spread for me so I could see her bare little pussy, so tight and wet. My lust for her is completely out of control and last night proved that I am now powerless to control it. I licked my stepdaughter’s pussy and even inhaled the musty scent of her ass. I parted her thighs and tongued her hymen, claiming her as my own. There’s no coming back from that. What will happen next? I know I won’t be able to contain myself if she’s willing. And something tells me that the sweet virgin will be more than willing to let me take her fully this time around.
Even worse, my incessant jacking off doesn’t work anymore. After fleeing her room in shame last night, I jumped straight into the shower, hoping the cold water would cool me down. I beat my cock two or three times before erupting all over the tile, splattering the wall with an enormous roar. My jism swirled down the drain, but as I watched it disappear, an even dirtier thought came to my mind: I wish I’d just blown my load into Elle’s tight vag. She’d look beautiful, her sweetness dripping with my jizz.