Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I laugh lightly, trying to sound casual.
“Oh, totally nameless and faceless,” I fib lightly. “This is all theoretical so far, so I don’t have anyone particular in mind. But we’ll see.”
With that, my buddy and I sip our drinks and start complaining about work again. I swear, I need to get a new job because Apple Tots can be so trying sometimes! But even as we gab and gossip, my mind’s whirring because I do have a third man in mind, and his name is Hunter Ward. He’s my gorgeous stepfather, and that’s why Xenia can’t know.
CHAPTER 5
Trig
“Oof,” I grunt. “This thing is so fucking heavy. I can’t believe it’s a dollhouse because it feels like it’s made of solid rock.”
My girlfriend titters, shooting a sassy smile my way.
“Oh, I’m sure your big brawny arms can pick it up,” Rae coos. “After all, that’s why you work out at the gym, right? To help your girlfriend move heavy objects when she needs it.”
I mock-glower at the feisty brunette while lifting the dollhouse into my arms, staggering a bit under its weight.
“Yeah, but shit, this thing weighs a fuck ton. You’re going to owe me after this,” I growl menacingly. “You’re going to beg me for what only I can give.”
Rae merely giggles again, flipping her curly brown hair back.
“I’ll be more than happy to pay you using whatever I have,” she purrs, pulling down her top to let one big breast pop out. The orb is luscious and creamy, and she twirls one finger over the hard pink nipple, smiling at me the entire time. “I’ll even let you do whatever you want,” she insinuates. “No holds barred, big boy.”
I have half a mind to drop this fucking dollhouse right now before latching onto that sweet teat with my mouth. But seeing that I already have the load in my arms, I might as well get this task over with. Still staggering, I make it over to the hallway and then dump the fucking thing on a trolley before coming back into my girlfriend’s bedroom and shutting the door with a firm snick.
“How much do you think you’ll get for that thing?” I growl. “It better be a lot because I probably just threw my back out moving it for you.” Rae’s pulled her other breast out now, and jiggles the creamy white flesh enticingly at me.
“I told you, Trig. There was an old guy on-line who bought it for two thousand dollars. Pretty good, hmm? I wasn’t expecting more than five hundred, but evidently a four-foot-tall dollhouse is a treasured item to some, and this guy wanted to add it to his collection.”
I grimace for a moment.
“Are you serious? There are men who collect dollhouses?”
My beautiful girlfriend leans back, pulling her skirt up while placing her feet flat on the edge of her bed. Her sopping cunt is visible now, and she twiddles the lips of her pussy before pulling them open, showing me her gleaming, ruby red insides.
“Oh yeah. Men are into everything these days, including dollhouses. I wouldn’t be surprised to find out that this guy collects dolls themselves too!”
I’m only sort of listening to Rae’s words, but it really doesn’t matter because I’m on her in a second. There’s no sense in resisting the sexy vixen who’s my girlfriend. After all, she’s built exactly how I like them: curvy, smooth skin, with a feisty personality and a dirty way about her that make my dick spurt. Even better, my woman likes getting DP’d and it’s something that we’ve been exploring recently. As I suckle her teats, I simultaneously fumble in my backpack and then pull out a small brown box.
“Umm, what is that?” Rae asks in a giggly tone. “Did you bring me a gift?”
“I did,” I smirk. “Even better, the packaging gives it away, don’t you think? There’s only one thing that comes in an unmarked package these days.”
It’s true too because most retailers like to slap their names all over their wrapping paper as a form of marketing. But purveyors of sex toys are different because people don’t exactly want their neighbors to know that they’re ordering toys from Adam and Eve, The Orgasm Spot, or Pink Cherry. As a result, these outfits stick to plain brown paper, and I pull back for a moment to open the box before pulling out my latest gift for Rae.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in the enormous black dildo.
“Goodness,” my sweet girlfriend murmurs, biting her lip. “It’s so big!”
“The better with which to tear up your ass,” I rasp before pressing a worshipful kiss to her nipple. “It’s going to feel amazing, sweetheart.”
She nods, still looking at the toy askance.
“Yes, I think the threads circling down the shaft are going to be incredible as they slide into my bottom. Oooh, I can feel it now,” she shivers a bit, her back end already twitching. “But those bulges at the bottom? What are those for?”