Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
With a growl, I start sucking and licking at her tender flesh. She rocks her hips as she sucks on my cock. Fuck, I’ll never grow tired of the way her mouth feels wrapped around me. Her small hand fondles my balls and jolts of pleasure zip through me.
I retract my tongue from inside her and replace it with my thumb. Then, I pull my thumb back out. She whimpers when I probe the tight hole of her ass. I’d love nothing more than to stretch this hole with my fat cock, but she’d fucking cry. She’s not ready. It’s up to me to get her ready. She trusts me to do so.
“Easy, baby,” I murmur against her juicy cunt. “I’m going to work on your ass for a bit. I want to take you here soon.”
She moans around my dick, making me grunt. Her body relaxes and I gently urge my thumb into her. It’s so fucking tight. In and out, I work her hole. I slip it back out and then push two fingers into her cunt, wetting them. When I pull them out and try for her ass, she clenches her cheeks.
“Let me stretch you,” I growl. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she breathes and then lowers herself back down on my cock.
I work my middle finger into her nice and slowly. Once I’m sure she’s good with that, I pull out slightly and then start working another finger along with it into her. She whimpers and tears drip onto my thighs.
“Relax and it won’t hurt,” I say, encouraging her.
Her grip on my fingers lessens. “I-I can do this.”
I kiss just under her ass cheek as I fuck her tight hole. “Of course you can. You can do anything, baby.”
She moans and rocks against my fingers. I want to stretch her with a third, but I won’t take it too far without lube. Not tonight. With my fingers in her ass and my tongue inside her cunt, I lose myself to her. She bobs on my length as if it’s the only thing in this world she wants to do. I come with a groan. The surprise burst of cum has her gagging.
I slide my tongue from inside her and lap at her clit. It doesn’t take her long before she’s coming with a shriek. Once she stops shaking, I slip my fingers from her and pop her on the ass.
“Let’s get a shower and then I’m taking you out. Nap time is over.”
As soon as Rylie emerges from the bathroom after getting ready, I nearly choke on my gum. She’s shy as she looks at me from beneath her lashes. There’s no reason to be shy, though. She’s a goddamned knockout.
The short dress she wears shows off her long legs and I find myself wanting to skip going to the bar like we’d talked about so no one sees her. Her brown hair has been straightened and hangs down her back, begging to be touched. She’s put on makeup and it accentuates her features, especially her plump lips.
“You’re trying to kill me,” I accuse with a grin as I prowl over to her.
“You look pretty hot yourself.” Her smile grows wider.
I grip her hips and pull her against me, my erection hard between us. “I promised you a night out but fuck, heathen, if I don’t want to break that promise right now.”
She giggles. “I want to go dancing. You can come back and fuck me all night long. But first, dancing.”
I kiss her smiling mouth and grab her ass with both hands. “Fine, but I don’t know how long I’ll last seeing you look so damn hot.”
We manage to leave the hotel room without fucking, which was a feat. Once we’re outside in the warm spring night, we hold hands, uncaring if these strangers see us together. I walk her along the sidewalk until we come to a restaurant nearby. Music plays and the place is jam-packed.
“Let’s eat outside,” I tell her as we head inside.
The hostess guides us to a table outdoors and seats us. We get carded when I order us margaritas but thankfully Rylie has her fake ID with her. Minutes later, we’re munching on chips and salsa and drinking margaritas.
“You look beautiful.” Her eyes light up at my words. I lean forward and tug her necklace out from under her dress so I can admire our rings hanging from her neck. “Better.” I wink at her.
“I’m happy, Huds.” She beams at me. “Really happy.”
“Because you like Mexican food?” I tease.
Her grin grows wider. “Because I can finally have you. It feels right. As long as I have you, I’ll always be happy.”
I take her hand in mine and squeeze. “Mom and Dad may not have approved of us getting together, but I can’t help but think they can feel our happiness wherever they are. I think, deep down, all they ever wanted was our happiness. We’ve done it, baby. We’re both happy.”