Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
He makes a sour face. “Ew. No. That rustbucket is all you. I don’t even know why you like that thing.”
“It has character,” I argue.
“Whatever you say.” His grin is wolfish. “Dante helped me order a car. It’ll arrive in a few weeks.”
“Who even orders cars? That’s fucking weird.”
“Custom paint jobs take time,” he says. “Also, it’s a Porsche Cayenne. The one I wanted had to be shipped from Germany.”
“And here I was, proud of buying you fucking colored pencils.”
“Aww, are you pouting?”
I slide my palms up his thighs and around to his ass. The lace I find by surprise makes my dick stiffen. So much for a boring outfit. I knew he had a trick up his sleeve.
“Maybe.” I squeeze his ass. “You know how to cheer me up, though.”
“Are you not even going to ask where the rest of your presents are?” Now he’s the one pouting. “I opened like twenty from you, and you only had one. You don’t even look disappointed.”
A laugh tumbles out of me. “You’re the only present I need, sweetheart.”
“Ugh, I hate you,” he complains, his lips curling into a smile I want to eat off his fucking face.
“Liar. Take my dick out. I need to be inside this ass. Now.”
His eyes light up in a wicked way that makes my blood burn in my veins. He tears off my shirt he’s wearing to reveal his hard nipples and toned abs. Of course, my attention falls to the pink lacy panties he’s wearing. These are too small to contain his big dick that has already escaped its confines. I run my palm over it and squeeze it hard enough he gasps.
“Suck on my fingers,” I demand, releasing his dick to shove them into his mouth. “I’m going to finger your tight hole, and then I’m going to fuck you raw. Better get them nice and wet.”
His lashes flutter as he sets to sucking on four of my fingers at once. He grips my wrist, making me push them farther into his mouth. His throat constricts as he gags and his eyes water.
“So fucking pretty,” I praise. “I love your pretty dick-sucking lips.”
He moans, continuing to let me fuck his mouth with my hand. Slobber runs down his chin and down my wrist. I wait until he has me good and wet before I pull them away. A string of drool from his mouth chases my hand before it finally breaks free. His pupils are wide and black as night as he watches me, parting his lips and whining. I slide my wet fingers beneath the lace along his crack, seeking his needy hole. As soon as I find the pucker and slip a finger into his heat, he lets out a sharp cry.
“You want this, little one. Don’t you?”
“No,” he lies, tilting his head back to reveal the long column of his throat. “I don’t want it.”
“Liar,” I breathe, leaning forward to bite his creamy neck. “You love when I’m in your ass. You probably dream about it. Don’t you?”
“Fuck off,” he hisses.
I push another finger inside him. “Your tight hole is fucking me like my fingers are my big dick. So desperate for my cock.”
“Asshole,” he complains, though there’s no heat in his words.
“Take me out of my jeans, and I’ll make all your dreams come true.”
He pretends to be annoyed, but he eagerly fumbles at my button and zipper while simultaneously riding my fingers. My dick is leaking with pre-cum. I’m dying to be inside him right now. I slide my fingers out of his ass and then give his butt cheek a squeeze.
“Get on, sweetheart. I need you.”
His lips curl on one side. He grips my cock and guides himself over my length. It’s slick but not as slippery as with lube. It doesn’t matter. This feels so fucking good being inside him, and I know I won’t last very long.
“Fuck me,” I growl. “Fuck me like you love me more than anything in this world.”
His lips crash to mine, his kiss aggressive. I’m usually the one claiming him with my mouth, but right now, he’s fucking owning me with the way he rides me and kisses the life out of me. All I can do is jerk him off, hoping he’ll come as quickly as I do so I’m not a total embarrassment.
“Yessss,” he moans. “Fuck yes.”
I lift my hips, meeting him with a hard thrust each time he bears down on me. It doesn’t take long before our ragged breaths become uncontrolled. Heat coats my hand. His orgasm is silent, but I feel it everywhere, from the way he trembles in my arms to the way his ass chokes the life out of my dick. I lose control right along with him. My dick pumps hard inside his hot, tight body, filling him to the brim with my cum.