Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11737 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 59(@200wpm)___ 47(@250wpm)___ 39(@300wpm)
She takes a bite of her steak and I watch it disappear between her lips. “I’m head teller at True State Bank.”
“That sounds…”
But she stops me. “I know, boring. But I’ve always been good with numbers and enjoy meeting new people.”
I laugh. “I wasn’t going to say boring.”
She just smiles at me, then sets her fork down. “Okay, can I ask you something?”
I can tell she’s serious and something’s on her mind. I mimic her and drop my fork and lean forward. “Anything.”
She leans back in her chair and cocks her head to the side. “How old are you?”
I have a feeling that answering this question is not going to be good for me, but I do it anyway. “Twenty-two.”
She gasps and sucks the water she’s drinking down her throat, then starts coughing. I pull her up from her chair, smacking her on the back. Her face is white and I know I’ve surprised her. “Twenty-two? Oh my God, I’m robbing the cradle. I thought twenty-seven, twenty-eight – maybe. You’re too young for me… for this.”
She starts walking toward the door and I’m sure she’s about to kick me out, but I stop her next to the couch. “Age is just a number,” I tell her as I bend down and nuzzle her neck. I pull her T-shirt to expose the expanse of her soft skin. When I kiss her collarbone and nibble on her sweet skin there, her legs give, and I catch her in my arms.
“I’m ten years older than you, Brewer,” she says as I lean her against the couch and pull her shirt up and off. She gasps and tries to hide herself from me, but there’s no stopping me now. Not after I’ve seen her curvy body. Her large round breasts are cupped by a black lacy bra. Her mounds are big and the lace seems to be barely holding her in. I bend, taking her nipple into my mouth, the soft see-through material giving me access to what I already know is mine.
My hands span her waist, gripping her, pawing her, making her mine. I pull her to me, unsnapping her bra, sliding it down her shoulders and dropping it to the floor. I look at her then, her curvy waist, her large breasts with cherry, pebbled nipples. I pick her up and her legs go around my waist. I carry her around the couch, laying her gently back and lying down on top of her. She’s wiggling underneath me, finding any way to get closer to me.
I slide my hands up the center of her thighs, raising her skirt and feeling the sweet heat of her pussy against my hand. I peel her panties off and toss them along with her skirt to the floor. She’s naked beneath me and I can barely hold back from plowing inside her.
I kiss down her body and it’s sweet torture, for her and me. The way she’s gyrating her hips tells me that she’s ready and she’s wanting more.
When I reach the apex of her thighs, I breathe her deeply in. Her sweet scent surrounds me, drawing me in. I put my lips on her mound and she bucks against my touch. I put my arm across her hips, holding her down to the couch while I slide my tongue through her wet, swollen slit. She’s whimpering under my touch and I know she can’t stand it; she wants more from me. I spread her lips with my fingers and her pretty pink pussy is glistening, beckoning to me.
Her hand is on the back of my head, moving me, positioning my tongue right where she wants it. When I hit that spot, that spot that is a bundle of nerves looking for a release, she holds me to it as I touch, lick and stroke it until her body is shuddering around me. I drink her in, tasting her, loving her until she fills all my senses.
But that’s not enough. I won’t stop until she’s riding my dick and I’m filling her with my cum. I pick her up in my arms and she lies limply against me. “Bedroom?”
She murmurs something, but her face is pressed into my chest, so I don’t understand her. But she points at a hallway and I stride down it, kicking open doors until I find her room. I walk in, taking in the deep cherry furniture and the big bed. I drop her on it and waste no time tugging my clothes off. Not until I’m fully naked does she look up at me. The smile on her face tells me that I pleased her, even though I already knew by the scratches on my back and neck.
I climb on top of her. The thought of a condom flits through my mind, but I don’t get one. I came prepared, figuring that she wouldn’t do this without one, but now that it’s come down to it, I want in her and I want in her bare.