Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My cock is aching. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard. I press my stiff shaft onto her little pussy and groan. I can tell from the sexy little whimpers and moans she’s making that she’s dripping wet right now.
My mouth waters as I kiss my way down her stomach.
“What are you doing?” she asks, breathing hard.
“You’re my girl now, Jemma,” I growl as I pull up her shirt and kiss her stomach. “And I’m going to do whatever I want.”
She drops back onto the bed and moans as I unbuckle her belt and pull down her zipper. My body throbs when I see her black panties peeking out.
“Oh, Quinn,” she moans as I grab her jeans and pull them down, sliding them off her bare legs. I toss them behind me and glide my hands up her calves, spreading her thighs when I arrive at her knees.
I lean in and inhale deeply, my mouth watering as I smell the delicious scent of her arousal.
There’s a wet spot on her mound and it nearly breaks me. I slowly slide her panties down with trembling hands as I keep my heated eyes locked between her legs.
“Fuck,” I growl when her delicious little pussy comes into view.
It’s glistening wet with soft beautiful folds hiding the most stunning shade of pink I’ve ever seen. I lick my lips as I gently run my thumb over it, parting her folds.
Her opening looks so tight. It looks virgin tight. My cock throbs as I stare at it in awe.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper as I lean in and softly kiss it. She moans and the sexy sound mixed with the syrupy taste of her pussy makes me snap. My sense of awe turns to raw hunger and unquenchable need.
She stifles a cry as I lunge forward and devour her, licking her soft sweet cunt. Once I taste her virgin sweetness, I’m unable to pull away. I bury my tongue into her silky wet hole and then drag it up her pussy lips, groaning as I tongue her clit.
My girl is gripping the sheets and trying to keep her moans quiet as I bury my face against her, teasing her with my hot tongue. That sexy little body is moving all over the bed, her hips bucking and grinding against my face.
I grab the back of her thighs and push them up, fully exposing her.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, sinking her hands into her hair as I drag my tongue over her adorable little asshole and up to her wet juicy cunt.
My mouth is covered in her wet cream. I’m licking and sucking and tonguing her clit as she whimpers and grits her teeth, trying not to make any noise, but doing a shit job at it.
I could do this forever. I’m never going to get tired of tasting this pretty little pussy.
When I start sucking on her clit, her body begins shaking. It convulses and her back arches, letting me know she’s about to cum.
I keep my mouth moving on her, licking and tasting every inch of her hot pussy. When I latch my lips back onto her clit and start sucking in a rhythmic motion, she unravels.
She squeezes her tits and cums hard, grinding her wet pussy against my mouth as the heat consumes her in a fiery orgasm. I hold onto her thighs and lick her through it, moaning at the delicious taste of her juices flooding all over my lips.
I’m not going to take her virginity right now. Not with my parents awake and wandering around the other side of the house, but I still want to claim her. I want to mark her, as barbaric and primal as it sounds.
I want her to know that her pussy is mine.
She’s still writhing on the bed, covering her mouth to hide her moans. I keep my eyes on her sexy body as I yank out my hard throbbing cock and wrap my hand around it.
It only takes a few strokes along my long hard shaft before I’m cumming into my palm.
“Oh, Quinn,” she moans as I rub my seed onto her pussy, spreading it over her folds and into her virgin opening.
She grabs my arms and pulls me onto her, kissing me as I cup her pussy, not ready to let it go just yet.
At least, I’ve marked it. It’s mine now.
And sometime this week, I’ll claim it properly.
And keep it. Forever.
My sister Willow arrives after dinner, but she’s not as happy to meet Jemma as my parents were. She’s a little cold to my girl.
“What’s with you?” I ask when I’m able to pull her into the dining room alone. “Can you be a bit more welcoming to Jemma?”
She’s always been a protective older sister. I still remember in high school when some older kids were making fun of me for coding all the time. She marched over, grabbed Thomas Moore’s hair in a steel grip, and yanked it, warning all of them that I was off-limits. They never teased me again.