Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Wait,” Kimberly murmurs when I’m close. “I want to show you what I’m wearing.”
My insides stir.
Whatever it is, I know I’m going to like it.
And like is a damn understatement.
She unzips her coat and lets it drop to the floor, standing there in a frilly pink prom dress. It’s cut low to show a mind-fucking slice of her cleavage, her tits pushed together, and then it blooms to highlight the ampleness of her hips. The material dances in the night.
She bites her lip, gazing at me, moving from foot to foot.
“I never had a chance to wear it,” she murmurs. “Do I look silly? I look silly, don’t I?”
“You look …”
For once, I can’t find the words.
My voice trails off into a shivering snarl as I close the distance between us.
I bring my hands to her hips, pressing through the silky fabric until I can feel her flesh beneath.
“You would’ve been the most beautiful girl at that prom, Kimberly,” I growl. “By far. It wouldn’t have even been close. You look incredible. Beautiful, gorgeous, perfect. I don’t know how to explain it. You look sweet. Fuck, you look like my horny virgin, ready to finally become a woman.”
She moans as I press down harder on her hips, and then I pull her toward me, pressing our bodies close together. She gasps and writhes against me as I slide my hands around her ass cheeks, squeezing her through the smooth fabric of the dress.
I squeeze onto the juicy round bulbs of her ass, keeping my eyes fixated on her the whole time, mapping the course of her pleasure across her features.
“You really like it?” she moans, twitching against me. “Oh, God, that feels good. That feels really freaking good.”
“Follow me,” I snarl, somehow releasing her grab-me-hard ass cheeks and taking her hand instead. “And yes, I like it. I love it. You’re angelic.”
I lead her through the hotel suite, from the living room, past the marble-surfaced kitchen, past the deluxe bathroom with a hot tub and a sauna, and a steam room.
Finally, we arrive at the bedroom door, tall and wide and carved of intricately worked oak.
“This place is amazing,” Kimberly murmurs, giving my hand a squeeze.
I look down at her with a smirk.
“You haven’t seen the best part yet.”
I open the door and wave her inside, taking the opportunity to grind forward and push my hips toward her.
I drag my manhood across her belly.
She whimpers, glancing at me for a moment, and then away. She looks to the bed. It’s a four poster bed, carved out of a fairytale.
I’ve laid rose petals all over the carmine sheets.
Soft light shimmers across the silk, inviting us.
The base of my cock throbs so hard I almost snap right there. I almost let out the monster inside of me—the monster she makes me.
My seed roars at me from some primal place, telling me to claim this perfect woman and make her a mother. The most animalistic way to do that is to bend her over, hike up that dress, and push myself inside of her, pushing her panties to the side.
Then I’d grab onto those large beautiful bouncing ass cheeks as I ram my heir into her needy body.
I force my hand to the small of her back, gesturing to the bed with the other.
“What do you think?”
She turns to me.
My hands graze around her hips, up, and I can’t help but massage her breasts. I grab thick handfuls of them through the material of the dress. Her skin gets that horny shade of red, the same blushing tone that touches her cheeks.
I can see how wet she is just by looking into her eyes.
“I—love—it,” she moans as I play with her nipples, gripping them through the dress, tickling, driving her wild.
“I need to see that ass,” I tell her.
I grab her arm softly and close the door with my other hand, and then I lead her across the room.
She walks at my side like the obedient, horny virgin she is.
I push her softly onto the bed. She leans down, placing her hands on the sheets. She grips handfuls of rose petals as she presents her ass to me, sticking it out.
I stare, balls throbbing, at the way her hips curve into the round bulbs of her ass cheeks, wrapped up in a prom dress like a gift.
I groan, stalking forward.
She whimpers when I bring my hands to the backs of her legs. I want to see every single shimmer of her pleasure, right up until the moment she gives in to it and she can’t take it anymore.
I’ll watch each pulse, as though time has slowed down.
And then, only when she’s the neediest she can get, I’ll let her melt into glorious release.
Her dress gathers as I press into her thighs firmly, feeling the impossible heat of her.