Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16743 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“Bend over and show me that pussy,” I demand. She looks at me for a second before doing what I want her to do. She’s bent over. God, what a fucking sight. I run my hands over her ass and spread her wide. Her pink little pussy glistens for me. “Good girl,” I say, before dropping to my knees and eating her out from behind. She tastes like Heaven. My hands are on her tits, pulling on her nipples. She moans as I lick, suck, and bite her pussy and her thighs. She’s got me by the balls and has no idea.
“Noah, please,” she says bringing me out of the pussy-trance she’s put me in. I strip quickly and grip my cock. It’s angry and so fucking ready for her. She turns and stares at me, her eyes wide. Then, she surprises the hell out of me and drops to her knees in front of me. “Tell me what to do. I don’t know what to do.” Her hands touch my thighs and I have to force myself to calm down.
“Open your mouth and swallow me,” I command and she does so. I hit the back of her throat instantly and she back off, but I’ll never forget this moment as long as I live. My knees almost buckle at the sensation. Her mouth is sinful. My hands gather her hair and I use her head to kept fucking steady, to keep standing. Her little tongue darts all over my cock as she brings me to brink but I stop her. I don’t want to come in her mouth the first time. Later, definitely. Right now, it needs to be her delicious pussy.
I lead her to the couch, the hundred feet to my bed seems to far right now. She lies back on it and I swear I’m about to have a heart attack.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Jinny.” She doesn’t say anything and I don’t expect her too, but she looks like a goddess spread before me, waiting for me to pleasure her.
Moving between her thighs, she lifts her legs up and wraps them around my waist. I lean down and suck on her nipple before moving to the other one. My cock is already leaking all over the place so I slowly sink into her. Inch by inch, I make her mine. I feel her innocence and break through it quickly. She inhales sharply but doesn’t say anything. I give her a second before I start moving. Jesus, her little pussy is strangling my cock. I can’t get enough of her.
“Oh, God,” she cries out and I love it.
“Come, precious girl,” I demand when her pussy squeezes the life out of me. And she does. I thrust in and out of her a few more times before filling her with my seed.
After pulling out of her, I lift her off of the couch and carry her to my bed before getting into with her. She settles in beside me. I have never felt more content than I do right now.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I jerk awake at the sound of car horn sometime later. Its dark out and she’s nowhere to be found. She didn’t leave a note or anything. Just grabbed her stuff and left.
Why did she run?
CHAPTER 9
JINNY
FOUR DAYS LATER
“Don’t let it burn, Jinny.” My mom shouting across the kitchen stops my wandering mind. Shoot. I see the Asparagus is more charred than my dad likes.
“Sorry,” I tell her, not sure what else to say. She shakes her head and keeps on cooking.
“What is going on, Jinny? You have been distracted since you got here and I have hardly heard from you all week. Is everything alright?” Yeah. Ok. What am I going to say? I have been sleeping with the bossiest, sexist man I have ever met and I think I am in love with him. Oh yeah he is also my Professor? I don’t think so. So instead, I apologize once again and continue helping her with dinner. I am trying to ask her how she is, but my father comes into the kitchen. Immediately the air in the room changes.
“Jinny,” he says by way of acknowledgement.
“Father.” It used to hurt me when he wouldn’t hug me like I saw my other friend's father do. Or tell me I looked beautiful. But now, I can’t feel it anymore.
“Is my money being put to good use?” He grumbles something about my useless degree under his breath. Typical.
“Yes, father.”
“Very good. When is dinner going to be ready, wife?” Ewww. I hate when he says that. I don’t see it as endearment but more him showing he is the man.
“It’s ready, Jim.” My poor mother is flustered and has long since deflated her hope of a real marriage with affection. I grab the platters and follow her to the dining room. We don’t sit until he does and also have to wait for him to get his food first before we can get ours.