Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
My tongue slides against her, sucking at her, teasing her, and she's moaning on my bed, her back arching, her ass rising.
I take one leg and throw it over my shoulder and then the other. "Don't stop," she says, "Keep tasting me. Keep…"
She moans loudly as I touch her, spreading her pussy lips wide and dipping my tongue in her tight hole. "You love this, don't you?"
She nods. "So much. I've never had a man. I've never…"
"Are you a virgin, baby?"
She nods, "Yeah, though considering how openminded I am, you might be surprised."
"No, I know you're a little wild, a little hot, and really fucking ready."
"I am. I feel like I've dreamed you up, made you in my head and you're real. You're here." And she swallows. "It feels so right."
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" I say. I press a finger inside of her. "But you're so fucking tight, Molly. There's no way my cock is going to fit in you."
She smiles. "Then I guess you're going to have to open me up, won't you," she says. My mouth returns to her pussy, kissing her, inhaling her as another finger begins to fuck her nice and good. She moans as I take her, as I finger fuck her into oblivion. She's so tight, so new and innocent, but I know what this girl needs. She needs me to get her off and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I begin to finger her deeper, harder, faster. She's wet and juicy and the sound of her release gets me so ready. "I know I'm going to come. I'm so fucking close," I tell her as she writhes against my mouth, her pussy riding me, needing me, and my cock aches.
"Fuck, I'm going to come," I tell her. "I'm so fucking ready."
Her eyes open. "Don't waste it," she says, "let me taste you. If you're really going to come, let me… let me enjoy it."
I groan in desire as I roll onto the bed, lifting her up and over, grabbing her ass and shoving it back to my mouth, sucking her clit as her mouth lowers to my cock, sixty-nining me the way I've been dreaming, her creamy ass in my hands, her cunt against my mouth as I tongue her into orgasm.
At the same time, she opens her mouth and begins sucking me off, but I already know I'm thick and hard and ready and it's not going to take much. Her sweet lips wrap and suction around my cock, and her soft hands begin to stroke my balls and, fuck, it's there.
I'm ready and so is she. My cock is rigid and ready, about to burst.
We come together hot and hard, her orgasm pressing her ass to my mouth as I shoot ribbons of cum inside her mouth. She swallows. She pumps my cock for more, aching to taste the sweet release of my cum the same way I'm sucking every last drop of her juice.
She's panting as she finishes, turning around and collapsing against my chest. "Oh my God," she says, “I've never… I didn't think... That's what I was waiting for. Now you know how bad I needed you. I've never tasted a man. I've never…"
"And what did you think?"
She licks her lips. "I loved it. You taste so good. So manly."
"I don't want you to leave," I say. "I need you here, and next time I come, it's going to be with my cock in your sweet, tight virgin hole. Do you understand me?"
She nods. "Okay," she says, "I want that too."
"I'm going to come inside you because I want to knock you up, Molly. I want to give you a baby. I want to make you mine. Do you understand?"
Her eyes widen. "Really? You want…" She swallows, confusion in her eyes.
"That's what I want," I say. "I want you to have my baby, Molly."
6
MOLLY
I look at him, stunned. "You want me to have your baby? That seems a little fast. Doesn't it?" I’m trying to see if he's joking or what? Because this seems out of left field. I mean, I knew he was into me, into this, and God, I’m into him too, but a baby? "We just met, Major."
"It doesn't matter," he says, "I know what I want. I know what I've been waiting for my whole fucking life. And it's you, Molly."
"You don't even know my last name."
"I don't need to. Hell, you're going to take my last name."
"Am I?" I ask him, sitting up in bed. My hand is on his chest, his strong, chiseled chest, but fear is running through me. What if he knocked me up and then got to know me and no longer wanted me? What if this is all some fantasy to him, but not what he wants for real life?