Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 54(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 36(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 54(@200wpm)___ 43(@250wpm)___ 36(@300wpm)
The man knows how to lick a pussy. He’s so good at it, I sometimes worry I’m addicted to his tongue. He works his way down my body, kissing my nipples, my belly, the inside of my thighs, before he settles between them. I think I might be too worn out since he already made me come twice and I’m always a tiny bit sore after he fills me with his big cock, but the way he gently swirls his tongue around my clit, I know there’s no such thing as too much as far as Trenton is concerned. I’m on the road to another orgasm.
I let my head rest against the pillow and run my fingers through his soft black hair and across his muscular shoulders. My nipples tighten as he slurps the length of my slit and suckles my clit. My thighs shake as ripples of pleasure spread from my pussy all the way down to my toes. I can’t help but squeeze my legs around the sides of his head and I feel him laugh against me as he pushes my legs up to get deeper inside me with his tongue. I want this to last longer, but I’m already on the edge and about to go over.
Why was I mad at him again?
I think my third orgasm is wonderful but Trenton keeps going until I have a fourth, finally resting beside me as my pussy recovers and I regain my breath.
“Do you forgive me now?” he asks, brushing my sweaty hair off my face. He runs his finger down my cheek, looking at me like I’m a princess. He makes me feel like one. I’m still shaky from pleasure and snuggle up against him while he wraps me in his arms.
“I guess so,” I say, not wanting to let him off the hook too easily. If he had been in bed when I first woke up, I might be on my fifth or sixth orgasm by now.
He slaps my ass lightly as he laughs. “So, do you want your present?”
I squeal with excitement and shower him with kisses. Nobody gives better presents than Trenton. “Of course!”
He gets up and smiles down at me, his eyes roaming my body. “Okay, but you need to promise to be a good girl first.”
That annoys me. Be a good girl? Wasn’t I an amazing girl in bed just now? I stick out my tongue at him. “That might be hard to do since I’m a little brat.”
He laughs. “Yes, you’re my princess brat. Now if you want your present, you have to promise to be good. You can’t stick out your tongue!”
Hmmph. I smirk at him, then jump up and kiss him. As much as I want to be bratty, I can’t resist his mischievous face. He’s got a big day planned for me, I know it. “I love you,” I say. “Are we still going to the zoo today?”
“Of course,” he says, patting my behind. “Why don’t you get dressed while I shower and then we can go.”
While Trenton’s showering, I sip the latte he brought me and nibble on a frosted donut. I want to wear something cute so he’ll be proud of me and go into the closet to pick out the perfect outfit. I see the lingerie I threw on the floor and I decide to have a little fun while I’m waiting for Trenton. I still need to teach him a lesson, after all. As I pull out different sundresses and shorts and tops, I toss them everywhere. I fling almost all the clothes in the closet on the bedroom floor, across the bed, and even make sure some of my tops end up hanging from the chandelier. I’m dancing around in my panties and a tight t-shirt, waving a designer scarf over my head, when he comes out of the shower.
“Tallie!” he says.
I stop dancing and look at him, dripping wet from his shower and with a stormy look on his face. I laugh delightedly and toss the scarf at him.
4
TRENTON
I look at the mess Tallie’s made in the short time I was in the shower. She knows how much I like everything to be tidy and now her clothes are everywhere except where they’re supposed to be. I try to stay calm, knowing my cute little brat is trying to get a rise out of me for not getting home with her treats before she woke up. She laughs at the look of shock on my face and throws a silk scarf at me as she continues to dance around. Her tits bounce under the tight t-shirt she’s wearing and I feel my cock twitch under my bathrobe. It seems no matter how bratty she is, I’ll never stop wanting her. Actually, I think the brattier she is, the more I want her.