Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
The confirmation of her virginity was an aphrodisiac, and I felt my dick grow even harder and bigger in her tiny body. I pushed forward insistently this time, and she cried out in combined pain and pleasure. The dicking felt good, but the first time is always hard for a woman, especially for someone as small as her on a big shaft like my own.
I started pumping up and down hard into her, physically lifting her waist up and down so that she was impaled over and over on my massive tool. She loved it, throwing her blonde hair back, her hips grinding against mine, her pussy working itself deeper and deeper onto my tool. I was sure if I went further into her, my cockhead would burst out of her throat, maybe even knocking out a few teeth.
We fucked ourselves closer and closer to the final release, when suddenly orgasm took us both. She clamped down hard on my dick, her wetness engulfing me while I shot liters of sperm into her insides. She screamed, not caring who heard and her twat pulsed around me, pulling my dick hard into her insides and drawing the semen into her beautiful, fertile valley.
As we came to, I felt sated and oddly protective. The little blonde had lost her bra in the process and was wrapped around me, her jugs pressed to my chest. I peeled her off a bit, nuzzling her neck and then lapping at a pink nipple, chuckling as it hardened again.
Her eyes looked at me dumbly, in shock from the amount of pleasure that had just coursed through her veins. Undoubtedly she was a little sore, and my chest puffed out at how difficult it would be for her to walk tomorrow. Her fingers played in the lapel of my dinner jacket tentatively and I lifted her chin with my finger to look deep into her blue eyes.
“Hey,” I said softly. “What’s wrong?”
She averted her eyes, unable to look me straight in the eye. “We didn’t use any protection,” she murmured, and I cursed under my breath. Oh shit! I was supposed to pull out, but oddly, the fact that I hadn’t didn’t bother me at all. It felt right to come in the little blonde’s fertile body, maybe seeding her with my virility.
“It’s okay,” I soothed. “Just once isn’t a huge risk.”
She looked up at me swiftly. “But … I don’t even know your name,” she said softly.
“Oh that,” I laughed. “I’m Liam,” I said with a sly smile and nuzzle to her cheek. “I’d shake your hand, but given our current position, I don’t think we need to shake, do you?”
And her shy smile was all I needed to begin my descent into overwhelming, heart-stopping love.
6
Liam
It’s hard to understate the first heady days of our courtship. My wildflower was so beautiful, luscious, and hungry in bed that we spent most of the time locked in my bedroom, her legs wrapped around me as I came over and over again in her petite body.
She was nineteen then, working her way through college as a hostess, and damned if I didn’t feel it was my job to make life a little easier for my wildflower.
After our first initial lovemaking at the reception, I had been relentless, calling and pursuing her, even persuading her to move into my apartment.
“But I don’t even know you,” she laughed after one particularly satisfying session in bed. She lay tangled in the sheets, her breasts still heaving, love bites covering her neck and chest.
“That’s alright baby, why bother waiting?” I growled in reply, slowly massaging one of the welts. Instead of feeling bad for putting them there, I was inordinately proud of marking her as my territory. The scratches would disappear in a day, but in the meantime, I loved the fact that she was unmistakably branded mine.
I pulled aside the sheet to examine the insides of her thighs. The love marks were there too, evidence of my lips and teeth, as well as a few where my fingers must have pressed too hard. They moved up her thighs, closer and closer to her kitty, as if her pussy were the final prize.
“But I’ve already signed a lease for an apartment,” she murmured. “I’ll lose my deposit.”
“Wildflower, forget about that,” I growled. “I have more than enough for us both, and what’s mine is yours. Mi casa es su casa,” I said, gesturing to the loft that surrounded us.
It was true, I had more than enough money to support a harem of women, much less one beautiful girl with her threadbare clothes and single overnight bag. I’d been to her apartment once before and had resolved then and there to sweep her away. That dump probably had asbestos problems, not to mention the obviously leaky roof and scummy, dirty roommate.