Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
“We start over,” he tells me. “You can call me Ted.”
Chapter Twenty
Alexander
It was a cunty move and I know it, but the girl was a wreck when she walked in through that door, barely able to string a sentence together.
Nerves and fear. An unpleasant combination at the best of times, not least when you’re about to give your cherry to some random in a hotel room, I imagine.
As it turns out, Amy has steel behind those big doe eyes.
She’s more beautiful in the flesh than she was on Claude’s seedy video. She’s unsteady on her heels, which indicates she doesn’t walk on them often, and she keeps fidgeting with the fabric of her dress, as though she’s not sure it fits properly.
It fits perfectly.
The light pink of the fabric highlights every slope and curve of her body. The pale flesh of her cleavage showing nicely, without being slutty.
I take a seat on the edge of the bed and pat the spot at my side for her to join me.
She sits down close, much closer than I expected, and I’m pleased my asshole of an initiation hasn’t sent her running. She’s far from running.
She looks strangely euphoric, shy but transfixed as she looks at me. Stares at me.
The girl has been staring at me since she came in through the door.
“This is quite a way to spend your first time,” I comment.
“I want this…” she begins, but I wave my hand.
“We’re past that,” I say. “I apologise if I scared you.” I make sure my eyes are on hers when I deliver the next statement. “But I’m likely to do it again, and next time won’t be a test. My interests are… extreme.”
Her eyes are incredible, thick eyelashes that I want to feel flutter against my skin, even though I rarely go in for contact that personal.
“Will they kill me… these interests?” she asks, and the question is serious, delivered so matter of factly that it takes my breath.
“No,” I tell her. “Of course not.”
She smiles. Her smile is beautiful.
“Then I don’t care,” she says. “I don’t care what you do to me.”
She can’t be serious, shouldn’t be serious, but she is. There’s a simple honesty in the way she angles her body towards mine. A calmness in her breath that I feel against my cheek.
I’ve paid a lot of money for this girl, but honestly, I’d have paid double for the experience I’m having right now.
I’ve needed this, craved this, someone like her. Someone real.
She feels so real to me.
I can barely believe this is happening.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” I ask. “Anything you want me to know? About you, about what you like?”
She shakes her head. “No. Just please don’t… hold back… I want it to be good… for you…”
Her words go straight to my cock. The soft tone of her voice brings out the demons, and it’s been too long. Too long to keep control.
I should tell her to leave. Send this sweet girl away to a far more fulfilling experience with someone who isn’t a filthy cunt.
“Please…” she whispers, as though she can read my mind. “I really want this…”
And I believe her.
I believe her when she leans in so slowly, her eyes open as she dares to guide her lips towards mine.
“I’m going to be rough,” I warn her.
“I don’t care…” she says.
And neither do I.
I kiss her, her soft lips so sweet as they press to mine. She opens her mouth without hesitation, her tongue yielding as she murmurs. I take a handful of hair and hold her tight, and her hand comes to my wrist, her fingers so light against my skin.
She kisses me back, her tongue circling mine as though she really wants me, her breath quickening as she edges closer.
I break the contact long enough to tug her dress up around her waist. She picks up where I’ve left off, hitching it up and over her tits, then tossing it free over her head.
She’s wearing the same bra and knickers from the video, the underwire digging into the flesh at the side of her tits. Much too small.
I press a hand to her ribs and guide her backwards, and she falls so easily, reclining back onto the bed and bringing up her knees. I unfasten the buckles of her sparkly heels, and pull them free.
She has perfect ankles.
Perfect little toes.
I shunt her further up until she reaches for a pillow and places it under her head. I watch the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes.
I watch the damp patch on her knickers as she spreads her legs for me.
She wants me.
Fuck knows why, but she does.
Melissa
He drapes his jacket over the armchair and tugs the tie loose from his neck.
I’ve pulled that same tie taut around my own neck and pretended it was him.