Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45404 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“What about this?” I growl, rubbing her pussy outside her shorts, feeling her lips all swollen and needy as fuck in my hand. “Can you be a good girl and cream for me like this?”
She moans and nods, shifting in the chair, and I move my hand faster. My seed rushes up my shaft, bulging my head, precome leaking as if telling me to find a way inside her. Just because my seed can’t claim her womb yet doesn’t mean I can stop. It doesn’t mean I can ignore how thick her pussy lips feel, trapped in her shorts.
“I need to feel your clit,” I snarl. “Your hole. Your lips.”
“But…”
“Don’t worry about it,” I groan. “You can keep your shorts on.”
“Okay, okay.”
She gasps as I slip my hand down her shorts, then reach up and tear down the front of her shirt, her large breasts bouncing free. Her nipples are thick and look excited and eager for attention. Suddenly, I imagine somebody else sucking them. I imagine another man with his hand sliding over her fresh pussy, finding her inexperienced clit and rubbing fiercely.
It makes me savage, my breath coming fast so that when I massage her breasts and suck on her nipple, I do it hard and possessively. She whimpers at the force of it, but I can’t stop, switching from one nipple to the other. I smear her wet juices over her pussy, then find her hole and push.
“Luke,” she moans.
“You want it,” I snarl, then suck her nipple again, opening my mouth wider and biting her tit softly.
She strokes her hands over my good shoulder, almost veering near my bandaged one before she remembers and snatches her touch away, but it wouldn’t hurt. I can’t feel anything beyond her body’s response, her hole tightening around my finger as I slip deep inside her. Her tits are red from my sucking, but I can’t stop, addicted to their taste and the texture of her nipple in my mouth.
She shifts her hips as I pump my finger inside of her. She’s soaked, far wetter than before, and I know it’s partly her period. I know she might find it icky after, but there’s nothing icky about my woman, and there never will be. It’s a damn privilege to finger her innocent slit when she’s this soaked, and I don’t care about the cause.
She loves it too, her hips bucking, her moans getting louder. I open my eyes and stare at her as I indulge in her nipple. I had my eyes closed before, focused on the physical sensations of her body, but as she rushes toward her orgasm, I watch her face. Her cheeks are burning. Her eyes flit open and closed, her lips trembling.
There’s no affectation, no hint of performance.
She’s giving herself to me completely. She collapses forward, moaning loudly as her pussy flutters around my finger. It turns me even more savage as I feel her wetness pulsing out of her, wave after wave gushing from her young, needy hole.
“I need you,” I growl. “I need your hole.”
She whimpers when I pick her up, carry her to the bed, then lay her on her front. She moans when I grab her shorts and panties, roughly pulling them down around her knees, not caring about the evidence of her period. Her big, round ass is what I’m interested in. That’s what captivates me and her thighs, her moans.
I’m driven by primal forces that don’t give a single fuck about anything but stuffing myself deep into her virgin hole. She rolls over, staring up at me, eyes even wider as I yank my pants down and my cock springs up. It does it so fast, almost violently, that the precome on the end flings into the air and lands on the bed.
“Luke… no,” she says. “Not like this. Not my first time.”
“You want it,” I growl, barely even human anymore, my desire to claim rising too fiercely.
“I do, really, but I’ll be too nervous like this. What else can I do? Tell me. Show me.”
I’m shaking all over as I stare at her thighs, then I grab her hips and flip her over again. I bring my hand down, spanking her harder than I have yet. She moans as her creamy flesh turns red for a moment, then settles down.
“You bad, bad girl,” I growl. “Being on your period now when your man needs your tight, inexperienced little hole?”
“I’m sorry,” she whimpers, slipping into her role as I spank her again. “I’m a bad girl, Luke. A bad, horny fucking girl.”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “Say that again.”
Leaning down, I slot my shaft between her ass cheeks, squeezing her thick beautiful flesh around my length, thrusting a couple of times so that precome spreads all over, making us slicker.
“I’m so horny and wet,” she moans. “Stuff like that, yeah?”