Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“You’re so gorgeous,” I whisper as I move down, kiss after kiss, absolutely smitten by the beauty of her body. She’s like a sculpture of a goddess created by a master, lost for centuries, then found again, restored, and placed in a museum.
I reach the hem of her pants and pop the button, causing her hips to buck off the couch cushions once again, nearly taking my eye out in the process. She doesn’t even notice, and I’m not about to say anything—I just keep going and tug the zipper down, revealing a pair of lace white panties.
There’s something so delicate and guileless about them that contrasts with the essence of this situation. The fire inside me roars as I pull her pants down and watch them catch on her oh-so womanly hips. It’s like she was built to tempt me, to turn me on, to press every button I have designed to excite me, and as they reach her knees and I see they are covered with little tiny bruises, I simply lose it.
“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I growl, closing my teeth around the creamy, ivory flesh of her right thigh. I bite down, just hard enough to get her to squeal a little—not hard enough to hurt her. I would never do that. Not to Erika.
“Jesus!” she cries out, curling in on me in a protective, instinctual way. But before she can react fully, I snatch her pants off completely and roll her over onto her stomach, pinning her beneath me, exposing her sweet ass that’s just crying out to be spanked.
And that’s what I do next—I give her a hard spank right on her left cheek. I simply cannot help myself. This girl is way too much for me. She’s drawing out every one of my masculine impulses. This must be what it’s like when lions go into heat and the male lion pins the lioness down and just has his way with her because of all the pheromones she’s releasing.
I have never felt this way before.
Erika lifts her hips up and shows me her ass—her tiny white lace thong flossing the crack—and without hesitation, I hook it with two fingers and yank it aside.
I’m pretty sure I hear some fabric or threading stretch or tear, but I don’t care. Thongs don’t cost a lot. I’ll just buy her another pair if she puts up a fuss. And besides, all I’m focused on right now is the beautiful, fully waxed, little pink peach I now see glistening back at me.
“Christ, now if that isn’t the sexiest little pussy I’ve ever seen…”
Erika, her eyes smoldering with lust, look back at me as she purses her lips skeptically. “I bet that’s what you say to all the girls.”
Jesus, she’s fiery.
She isn’t what the boys these days call “thick,” but she’s got more than enough back there for me to grab ahold of—so I grab a nice handful of her ass and lean down on top of her, pressing down with enough force to show her that she’s not going anywhere.
“Listen, Erika,” I say, letting my lips brush against her ear, hinting that there might be a kiss coming. “You’ve been lied to today by a real prick. The last thing I’m going to ever do is lie to you again today. Or ever. You understand me?”
I kiss her delicately just below the ear, causing a very simple moan to come from her lips as her body rises from the couch to press back against mine. She doesn’t speak—she simply nods and turns her head back against mine, almost in an embrace of acknowledgement.
I slide my left hand down her side, my erection growing harder and harder as I take in every inch of her curves until I find her hand as well. I move it down to my bulge, forcing her to feel just how horny for her I am.
The moment her fingers land where I want them to be, I feel her entire body stiffen, her breath stop, and her head turn so she can get a full look at me with both of her eyes.
“Is that–?”
“It sure is, sweet thing,” I reply. I’ve never been one for little pet names for girls before, but this one just sort of fell right out of my mouth like I’d been using it for years.
Her eyes stay fixed on mine for several seconds, and then as though she were asking me for permission, Can I just—? She gives my bulge a soft little squeeze like she is testing just how big I am—or maybe feeling for shape—or maybe both at the same time.
“My God…it feels enormous,” she gasps.
“Like the rest of me,” I reply with a sarcastic wink, referencing her comment about my muscles from earlier when I removed my shirt.
I can tell she wants to say something back, but she’s too wrapped up in the situation. She looks down in the direction of my cock as she gives it another squeeze, then looks back up at me.