Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively as she slides down my body, grabs hold of my boxer briefs, and yanks them down my legs, letting my cock spring out, full and free in front of her.
Her eyes light up when she sees it, and she marvels at it for a time. She really knows how to make a man feel special. “God, all the girls must be clawing to get a hold of you, Jennings.”
“Uh,” I laugh. “Not so much, no.”
“Really? Did the girls in Burly High really have such poor taste?”
“Let’s just say lots of people wanted to ride the bull, but I didn’t really view any of them as worth admitting.”
“And I am?” She playfully runs a finger up and down my cock. It feels so fucking good when she does it.
“You’re the first to participate in this rodeo, yes.”
She looks at me, almost impressed.
“Don’t you find that shameful in a guy?” I reply, surprised.
“Why should I? You got standards. I never got all the nonsense that guys should be fucking everything that moves and girls should save themselves. It’s a weird double standard. Also one that doesn’t make sense. If girls are supposed to all be virginal maidens and guys are supposed to be stallions sowing wild oats, who the heck are the guys sleeping with?”
I shrug. “I kinda just thought it was a few girls taking on a huge workload, but I never really pursued the answer myself.”
She looks at me, fluttering her eyelashes. “I think it’s kind of sexy that you think I’m up to your high standards, Jennings. That I’m special enough to get permission to ride your bull. I’m the elite, the chosen one.”
“Why don’t you show me why you’re the chosen one then, June?”
She puts on the most delightful grin, running her hand up and down my cock just a bit more firmly. I may have refused the advances of girls in high school, but it didn’t mean I never jacked off. If any guy ever tells you he got through his teenage years without jacking off, he’s the biggest fucking liar in the world.
So I know what I like.
And I like this a whole lot.
Her grip on me grows more firm, and she brings a tender kiss to my cock. Fuck, it’s so hot that I come a little, something she licks up happily.
Up and down my length, she makes me shudder as she continues to lay on her thick blend of curiosity and affection. Something tells me she’s a virgin too, albeit a very eager one. She observes and takes in every inch of my cock, watching how I react to her touch, studying it like it’s cause and effect and she’s some sort of dick scientist.
She continues up and down my length, laying on slight kisses, little licks. The intensity of it all slowly increases, and I want to savor this. Unlike in that dressing room, we don’t have anything rushing us here, so why do so?
I run my fingers through her hair, encouraging her exploration. She’s such a darling. I always thought she was cute, I always thought she was beautiful. I’m in a bit of disbelief right now that she’s between my legs, it being too much like a dream come true.
She continues laying on the pressure at the edge of the bed, and there isn’t much I can do to help her. She opens wide and takes me deep down her throat, and I gasp at how tight she makes it. Those little lips of hers are like a vise, and with that twisting tongue as its partner, I’m gasping beneath her and struggling so damn much.
This only emboldens the girl. Taking glee in my struggles to hold myself together, she lays it on thicker, knowing she’s doing it right. Bobbing her head up and down, twisting her tongue along my rod, and then, fuck.
I can’t help but explode down her throat.
But that’s exactly what she wants. She slurps down every little bit of my seed, licking me clean of the mess she created, and licking her lips clean too as she looks up at me.
Yeah, I’m in love with this girl. I didn’t have much of a doubt before, but whatever was left is completely destroyed by the way she looks at me after sucking my cock dry.
“June, you’re really something special,” I say, pushing myself up. I look her in the eye and pull her close. I kiss her deeply, passionately. Some guys have a problem with kissing a girl after she sucked their cock, but I don’t get that. It’s the taste of something beautiful you created together, and it’s just good manners to show your girl appreciation for what she’s done.
She giggles and I pull her close, only to turn the tables on her.