Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Too late.
My hot come shot out of my dick and filled her up before I had a chance to pull out. She arched towards me, crying out in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed again, trying to pull my come in deeper. This was the moment that made the world go round. This is what life is about. I moaned again, pulling her curvy form close as I emptied my virility into her sweet channel. She mewled and cried out, clasping me close as her body accepted it all.
After a few minutes, we disentangled ourselves, looking at one another.
“Are you alright?” she asked innocently. I couldn’t help but chuckle as the concern on her face.
“Better than alright,” I said, inhaling deeply. Slowly, I pull my cock out of her, and sure enough, the rigid rod glistened wetly, with a ring of red at the base.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.”
I merely shake my head and gaze into her eyes.
“No, sweetheart. This means everything to me. You could have given your special gift to any man, but you gave it to me. I will treasure this forever,” I say, leaning forward to kiss her. She melts against me, her arms coming up to wrap around my neck.
“Are you okay?” I say with concern, pulling back for a moment. “Here, let’s get you cleaned up.”
I disappear into the bathroom for a moment, uncaring of my nakedness. I reappear in the living room with a warm, damp washcloth in my hand. Immediately, I sink to my knees beside the couch, pulling her creamy thighs apart.
“Hunter!” she squeals.
I chuckle and look at her with dancing eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. In fact, you’re even more beautiful now,” I say. It’s true. Her pussy is swollen and pink and a bit of semen oozes from her small hole. With a gentle washcloth, I clean her up before leaning down to give her pussy another kiss. She squeals again, the sound turning into a moan as I tongue her hole lightly.
“Mmm, you’re ready for round two, aren’t you?” I say with a wicked gleam to my eye. “What a bad girl.”
She giggles.
“Yeah, but my sister will be home soon.”
Okay, so maybe that’s a problem, but to be honest, I don’t care. Angela and I are broken up already. I only came by to see Catherine.
Besides, being with the curvy girl is so different than being with her sister. Angela is loose down there, and often, she texts while we make love. I can’t even call it “making love” anymore, because clearly, we weren’t in love.
But Catherine is different. She lost herself with my cock buried deep inside, and even now, her cheeks are flushed and her pussy sore from my usage. My eyes follow her as she reaches for her clothes.
I watched for a moment as she snaps her bra in place, and then ducks back into her t-shirt. She struggles a bit with her jeans, and I watch with amusement at her calisthenics. Her breasts jiggle delightfully as she jumps up and down, trying to get the denim over those luscious hips.
“They’re tight,” she explains. “All women’s jeans are so goddamn tight these days.”
“I know,” I say with a chuckle. “They even want guys to wear tight jeans too, but there’s no way I’m doing that. I’m not into ‘jeggings.’”
“Jeggings?” she giggles. “Is that what they’re called these days?”
I laugh a bit myself.
“Yeah, it’s the word jeans crossed with the word leggings because these things are like spandex now. But like I said: you’re not going to catch me in a pair.” She giggles again and I flush with happiness. Since when did I get so sappy?
Suddenly, I blurt out, “You were amazing, sweetheart.”
What the hell? Did I really just say that? Her head flies up, her eyes wide. Oh shit. I know it was the wrong choice of words, but it just came out, I swear.
“Thanks,” she says in an uncertain tone. “I think.”
I chuckle.
“No thinking, Catherine. That was awesome and you know it.”
She nods shyly, looking down.
“I know.”
Then, I put a big finger under her chin, lifting it so that our eyes meet.
“How do you feel?”
Her cheeks redden.
“A bit sore,” she says in a hushed tone. Masculine pride blooms in my chest.
“I’m sorry. There’s no way around that.”
My guess is that she may be hurting for a while, but it’s a good kind of hurt.
“I know,” she said with a slight wince as she shifts on the sofa cushion. “You’re really big. I didn’t expect that.”
“I know you didn’t,” I say. “Come here,” I add while opening my arms to her. She comes to me with ease and snuggles her head into the nook of my shoulder. Then, she lets out a contented sigh.
“Will you come lay down with me, Hunter?”