Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Her head falls back and her gaze is hooded as she watches me. She palms the generous globes that spill over her hands, squeezing and massaging before finally pinching her nipples tightly.
I take a deep breath in and slowly exhale, fighting to keep from coming right here in my pants. “Put one hand down the front of your skirt. Pretend it’s me sliding my big fingers through your little folds.”
She slowly slides her left hand down her breast, skimming it along her rounded tummy until it disappears underneath the waistband of her skirt.
She gasps at the sensation and damn if my dick doesn’t twitch again. Her growing confidence this past week as she’s started to own her sexuality sends a powerful bolt of lust and need through my body.
“Find that pretty little hole,” I croon, loving the way this is making us both come apart piece by piece. “Put your fingers inside and think about my cock. Think about how deep I am inside of you.”
She follows my instructions but immediately whimpers my name. “It’s not enough.”
“You want to ride my cock, honey? You’re hoping I’ll push deep inside those walls and fill you up with my come?”
She gives me a nod and I see the desperation in her glassy gaze. She’s not going to last much longer and hell, neither am I.
“I’m going to take care of you,” I promise, meaning it in more than one way. “Now take off your skirt for me.”
I gasp when she removes it and I realize she wasn’t wearing panties this whole time. Her thighs are already coated in her essence and her damp curls are dripping with her arousal. My mouth waters as her smell fills the room, kicking off a primal need to claim her.
Instinctively, I try to move my arms to get closer to her so I can lick her juices and fuck a baby into her. The ropes hold me securely, keeping me locked in place. I growl. “Get your cute ass over here and unzip my pants.”
Her hands shake as she reaches for the button of my jeans, but she finally manages to pull my cock free from my pants. Fuck, just having her soft hands on my dick is heaven and hell at the same time.
Pushing through the haze of lust, I grunt. “Straddle me.”
She looks at my straining cock and frowns. “Will I hurt you? I’m a lot bigger and—”
“Stop it,” I hiss. “I love your body and your sweet little pussy. Now climb up here and ride your man like the fuckin’ queen you are.”
She grips my cock tightly and aligns our bodies before shoving down on top of me. She freezes the moment I’m fully seated inside. “I’ve never been on top.”
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes as sweat beads on my forehead. I love it when I get to introduce her to something new even if it’s hard as hell to concentrate when everything in my body is screaming at me to thrust deep inside. “Your center of gravity is different than mine. Don’t thrust. Try grinding in a circular motion.”
“Like a hula hoop?”
“Exactly.” The word leaves my mouth as a groan when she tries a slow experimental twist. “Hands on my shoulders for balance.”
She does as I said, her fingernails scraping against my flesh. The stinging pain contrasts with the heavenly feel of her tight channel squeezing my cock.
Her breasts bounce enticingly close to me and I drop my head, wrapping my lips around her pert nipple.
Lyla whimpers my name again then arches her back, thrusting her perfect tits into my face and letting me suck her even deeper.
She continues to grind against me and finds a rhythm that has both of us on the brink of release.
I finally pull away from her tit, loving the way it’s swollen and red from where my teeth were teasing her. “Play with your clit, honey. Let me watch you come on my lap.”
She closes her eyes and touches herself with short, jerky movements. She’s close, aching for her orgasm and I’m not far behind.
“Open your eyes.”
She blinks up at me.
“Who’s in charge here?” I demand, looking into that honey-brown gaze.
“You are. Amos is in charge,” she whispers the words before asking in a shy tone, “I’m so close. Can I come yet?”
I swear my cock swells five inches inside of her. I’ve been working with her this week, helping her to understand she can only come when I give her permission. She’s naturally submissive and loves having to ask me for her orgasms.
I nod before leaning down to capture her mouth in a kiss. I swallow her screams and cries of ecstasy, feeling my own release start. My come is shooting deep inside of her as waves of bliss consume my body.
She slumps against me, burying her face in my shoulder. “I love when you’re in charge.”