Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
She reaches up with both hands and caresses my chest, then runs them down my abs until she reaches my cock again. I groan as she grasps my balls.
“Oh, that’s good.” I take her other hand and place it on my shaft and guide her, showing her how to stroke. She immediately follows my direction. “Just like that.”
I feel the warmth of her mouth and the perfect sucking pressure from the back of her throat. Christ, she can really take my length. I’m so horny and so turned on by the view. I pump back and forth with my hips, thrusting in and out of her oh-so-fuckable mouth, feeling like a goddamn king as I watch my swollen shaft slide in and out of her lips.
I would love to do this all night, but there’s no way I’m going to last much longer. She’s just too damn sweet. And seeing all the excitement in her eyes is bringing me closer and closer to the edge by the second. I am right on the edge.
“I’m gonna come, city girl,” I growl. “You gonna swallow for Daddy?”
With her mouth still full of my manhood, she nods for me, her eyes blazing with excitement. She sucks harder, faster, working my shaft more intensely with her hand. I’m over the edge. It’s only a matter of time before I let loose.
I reach out and take the hand she has bracing herself against my abs and move it to my balls. And that’s all it takes to finish me off.
I reach out and grab both her perfect, perky tits as I let loose. I have to focus on not squeezing too hard as a tremendous orgasm plows into me, nearly knocking me off my feet. I want to throw my head back and howl like a wild animal, but somehow, I manage to control myself.
I slide one hand into her hair and hold her head down over the base of my cock so every inch of my thick meat is down her mouth while my shaft pulses, spraying my sweet and salty seed into her throat.
“Swallow it all,” I tell her. “Just like that.”
And she does. Without even gagging or coughing or pulling back once, she allows me to finish fully before slowly sliding back out of her lips. That post-orgasmic shiver slides through my body and causes me to let out a long, deep breath. But once that’s finished, I reach out and gently caress her cheek with the back of my fingers.
Our eyes lock, and it’s as if something is being said between us with no words being spoken. It’s as though she’s asking me to keep her in this cabin forever, and I’m telling her that’s been my plan all along.
5
PENNY
I wake up with a nose full of the cleanest, crispest air I can ever remember breathing. I open my eyes to a horizon of trees and a sky filled with violet colored clouds spilling down a tranquil patter of rain, and my heart is instantly filled with joy.
What an incredible contrast to the brown and dusty urban landscape I normally rise to every morning in my apartment back in New York City. My ears are free from the screeching sound of cars braking, the hissing of busses, and the roar of trucks outside my window. I can’t remember the last time I felt this peaceful.
There is one thing I hear as I sit up in bed and brush my hair from my face, and that’s a rhythmic chopping sound coming from outside as though someone would be out there cutting wood in this weather. That’s not possible, though. Is it?
I slide out of bed and walk naked over to the window and look out, seeing the hulking frame that could belong to only one man: Tyson. And he’s wearing a poncho and swinging an axe, chopping enormous logs in half with a single swing like it was nothing.
A tingle runs through my body as I watch. What is this type of man? I’ve never been around anyone like him. All the men I’m used to are city guys. Brokers, lawyers, accountants, guys who dress in suits with soft hands who have multiple pairs of shoes for different situations throughout the day.
It’s hard to imagine Tyson changing his clothes even once unless it was completely necessary. And the calluses on his hands would never fit in with the Wall Street crowd I could introduce him to. I can’t even picture him getting together with any of them and going out to one of their hot spots for an evening. I can’t even picture him in the city at all. It would be like a dog riding a unicycle.
There happens to be a shower in the bathroom, but the water is freezing cold, so I’m in and out in no time. I have no change of clothes, so I’m forced to wear the same things I wore yesterday. And just when I am coming down the stairs, Tyson is coming in from outside.