Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
I can’t help but feel the need to have the same perfect, pink little invite stretched over my aching cock.
My balls already feel like they’ve risen to my neck.
My cock twitches against my denim jeans, oozing precome as I fight my own urge to climax with her.
Yet, I still focus on the sweet taste of her, the sensation of her body shuddering against mine.
A beautiful, creamy wave of May, smashing hard against me, but like the tide, her waves of climax keep coming back.
I’m not counting how many times she comes, or even if she stops coming at all.
But something in her is set loose, and I want my seed in her.
Like right now is the moment. I just know it.
“I need you, May,” I groan, keeping my body pressed up against her stiff nipples as I fumble for my zipper, aching to free my hardness. Grinding my jaw as I focus on saving my seed just a little longer.
“Brandon, wait.” May puffs. Her face is flushed, and her whole body radiates that perfect warmth.
That glow that only a good tongue lashing can bring.
“What is it?” I pant, feeling a bead of sweat running down the back of my neck.
I’ve never been so primed. So ready to fuck as right now.
But before I can even free my cock from its denim prison, before I even get to feel how fucking tight she really is.
Obviously, she has something important to say, and I don’t want her to feel pressured, so I do my best to ask her if everything is okay.
“This is what you want?” I ask her, following her eyes with mine when she looks down.
She’s nodding but looks…I dunno.
“May, what is it?” I press her. But it’s nothing bad.
In fact, if she’d told me sooner, I don’t think I would’ve wasted as much time as I have already.
“I’ve never been with anyone before, Brandon,” she says suddenly.
As if it’s something I wouldn’t like.
“I’m-I’m a virgin, okay?” she finally says, sounding defiant as I grow silent, staring at her with renewed amazement.
“A virgin….,” I hear myself echo back to her. Her expression shifts. Looking like someone who wished they hadn’t said anything just now.
But it’s music to my ears.
“Are you kidding?” I ask her, beaming a wide smile, unable to believe my luck.
Picking up on the fact that I don’t mind at all, May asks if I’m serious.
“You don’t mind?” she asks, almost sounding timid compared to the girl screaming ‘Fuck!’ just a few minutes ago.
I answer her with a kiss.
A long, tender, and slow kiss that I hope conveys exactly how I feel about it.
“No, I don’t mind,” I tell her. “Don’t you see? It means you’ll be mine, my only. And I’ll be your first,” I explain to her.
But she still looks uncertain, as if she hadn’t counted on me thinking it’s perfect that she’s a virgin.
“I mean. I’m not planning on being one forever,” she’s quick to add.
Gnawing at her lip as her eyes move down to my crotch.
The swollen tip of my shaft pokes out from the top of my jeans. Itching to find a way out. Aching to find its way home.
I smile, proud of her for telling me. Pleased, too, that she likes what she sees.
Women aren’t the only ones to worry about what they look like.
At my age, which is twice hers, you don’t think I’ve got a few hang-ups of my own?
I settle myself back down on my knees. My eyes level with hers, and our bodies touching again.
“We can go as fast or slow as you want, May,” I promise her. “Just say when, and we….”
Her arms are suddenly around my neck. Pulling me on top of her as she whispers, “When!” loud and clear, telling me she’s not kidding around.
“You sure?” I ask, my hands finding my zipper this time. A low groan escapes me as I free my stiff member, which slaps up against my abs.
My t-shirt is already over my head as if undressing in one movement is natural for me.
But for her, for us, nothing could bring us closer quick enough.
“Oh, Brandon,” she murmurs, studying my torso, but her eyes widen at the sight of my full erection.
And it’s all for her.
Swallowing hard, I feel her hands gripping my helm, pulling me closer toward her.
I groan again and hear a distant rumble.
I wonder if it’s actually the sound of my balls about to finally sow their seed.
But it’s not my balls.
It’s a truck.
Steve’s truck. And it sounds like he’s parked right out front.
May freezes, and I can hear my already pounding heart skip a beat before pulsing with a new kind of urgency.
“My Dad,” May hisses. “Fuck!” she snaps, sliding out from under me and dressing about three times quicker than I had just undressed.
We’re both scurrying to get our clothes on before I tell her to hide.