Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84228 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“I have a few fetishes if you want to hear how they involve you?” Her brow raises in a sexy-ass way that tells me she’s game for whatever I’m playing, so I continue. “I have a fetish for pounding your pussy while you wear them.” I push her dress up her leg, more and more of her thigh showing, but I stop right before I see what she’s wearing underneath. “I have a fetish for bending you over and eating your pussy.” She shivers now. “And my fetish gets even worse right before . . .”
Her head falls back. “You fuck me.” She whispers the last words to my sentence.
I smile as both my hands grab the silky bottom of her dress. Yanking it up over her hips, I finally get to see what she is wearing under it. I don’t spend much time admiring the sexiness of her pink lace thong before my mouth covers her mound. My tongue comes out, licking up and down through the lace. She’s already wet, and my hands go to her hips when she bucks them up. “Easy there,” I say to her. My finger runs up and down her slit, causing her legs to fall to the sides.
My cock hurts so much I have to undo the button so it’ll stop throbbing. She must take this as an invitation because she sits up, and in record time, my fly is down, followed by my boxers. Somehow, she’s maneuvered herself so that her mouth is now over my cock. She’s like fucking Flash. I try to stop her, but she swallows half my cock. Her lying on my bed, the panoramic view of the city skyline, and looking up at the mirror above the bed, I watch her as she pushes my pants down, stroking me with her hand. She lets it go from her mouth with a plop. I look down at her, and she looks up at me with a stare that speaks volumes. Her tongue comes out, licking me from my base to the head of my cock, and she twirls her tongue around the tip right before she takes me down her throat again.
“Fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes and trying not to think of her with my cock in her mouth. Even though that visual is burned in my brain, and the sensations she’s causing are mind-blowing, I can’t blow my load just yet. My hips have a mind of their own, though, and I’m thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth. Jesus. My balls start to get tight, and I know no matter how much I fight it, I’ve lost the battle, and I’m going to come faster than a virgin on prom night. “I’m coming,” I tell her, expecting her to let me go and jerk me off, but she doesn’t. She takes me deeper, her hand jerking me off faster and faster, and when my cum shoots in her mouth, she takes me that much deeper and her hand works me that much faster. My thrusts slow, but her mouth never lets me go.
When I finally get myself under control, I open my eyes and watch her. I didn’t even realize she had her hand buried in her lace panties, moving her fingers at the same speed as she was blowing me. She finally lets me go, and I’m expecting my cock to be soft, but it sits at half-mast still, obviously ready for round two. I lean over, kissing her, and my hand joins hers to finger her simultaneously. My eyes never leave hers. Continuing to thrust my fingers, I move my thumb to circle her clit, and the minute I touch it, her pussy squeezes me, and I know she is coming. Her hand moves with mine the whole time. I remove my hand and watch her ride out the bliss. My cock is now ready for round two, and I haven’t even seen her naked. She lies on the bed, her chest rising and falling.
“Turn over,” I tell her, and she smirks at me.
“Going back there for round two?” She winks at me, and I watch as she slowly rolls over. She gets on her hands and knees, her ass covered by her dress now. I pull up the dress, and her ass is on full display. The ass I watched running is the ass I wanted to grab and slap, so I swat it once and then rub it. Her head falls forward, so I move my hand over her back, trying to get the zipper. “It’s on the side,” she says, her ass swaying from side to side. I reach to the side and pull the zipper down and then flip her over. “Seriously, I’m not a ragdoll.” I don’t bother responding as I get irritated about not removing her dress fast enough and try not to rip it. “Calm down.” She slaps my hands away. “Let me do it.”