Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Is that how you touched yourself, Cass? What did you think about? You thought about me kissing you?”
“I…”
“Kissing you with clothes on or without? Kissing you where?”
She bites down hard on her bottom lip. “I already said that I thought about you eating my pussy.”
Gulp. Just. Gulp.
Focus. Don’t lose it now.
“Imagine that your finger is my mouth. Show me how you’d like me to eat that pretty pussy of yours.”
My dick wants to be the one calling the shots. It wants to rip off and walk away and leave me sitting here on the end of the couch for being stupid enough to ask her to use her finger instead of using my mouth. At the same time, it also very much appreciates the most spectacular show I’ve ever seen. Cass isn’t like anyone on the planet. She’s enchanting, beautiful, and a goddess in the flesh. And her pussy—oh my god.
Her pussy is the stuff of pure fantasy.
I know for a fact that if I had a driver’s test tomorrow and the next day and the next day, I’d fail them all because I’m going to spend the next…no, all the private moments I have jacking off in an attempt to alleviate the world’s hardest hard-on and the bluest of blue balls.
“Push your panties aside. I want to see you touch yourself. I want to see all of it.”
“Oh god…” Cass does as I say, but she makes a snorting sound and then a croak that sounds a little bit like a frog mating call, and even that is sexy.
“What’s my tongue doing to you? Is it impaling you? Circling your clit? Sucking you into my mouth? Lapping up all your sweet honey?”
“Holy shit…”
Hold. The. Fuck. On. Don’t. Listen. To. The. Pain. In. Your. Dick.
I think I’ve got a firm hold on holding back, but then Cass moves her fingers away from her pussy, and they’re glistening, drenched, soaked in her juices. She brings them to her mouth and paints her bottom lip with her honey before she suckles them into her mouth, licking them clean.
It’s official. I’m going to be cranking my dick for the next century to alleviate this hard-on. Cass is going to take up all my memory space from now on. I think she just broke my memory bank because she’s taken up every spot in the spank bank. I’m going to turn into a prune, spending all that time stroking one after another out in the shower.
Cass isn’t the least bit shy, and that blows my mind. Maybe she’s just really horny. I could put on one hell of a show for her right now, too, and not mind in the least. But I’m no exhibitionist, so I get it. I won’t. Because, as I said, I have no desire to go into very sad, very ugly explanations about my body tonight. Or ever. This is a one-time thing. This is for Cass, and this is about me sensing something wounded in her and wanting to do what I can to help her fix it.
Plus, I mean, if she stops believing in the whole luck thing, then she’ll stop believing I’m her good luck charm, and she’ll leave me alone. Which is what I want, isn’t it?
“Oh my god…” Cass’ whimper draws my eyes straight back to her hand, which is slowly circling her clit. She pinches herself gently, surprising me, and her hips ride up into her touch. And then, she dips two fingers straight to her entrance and plunges them inside. She throws her head back, and her whole body pulses as she thrusts with those fingers. Her other finger circles her clit, and my god, does she ever know how to touch herself.
This is going to fuel the rest of my jerking off for life. For. Life. It’s always going to be Cass. I’m always going to think of her—her legs spread open, her sunshine dress rucked up around her hips, and her cheeks flushed, pleasuring the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. She’s as sensual as any goddess, her dress flowing over her curves, her sandy hair like the tide lapping at the beach, except it’s hugging the swells of her breasts beneath the dress, her skin creamy and flawless. She has more than rocked my world. She has completely obliterated it.
Her eyes are closed, her lips are parted, and my god, I want to do things with her that would make her know for sure she’s the luckiest person in the world because I won’t stop until she knows just how special she is. I want to dine at her mouth like it’s a five-star establishment, and I want to dine at her pussy the same way. I want to be inside her, filling her up and making her come on my dick until she can’t remember what the word luck even means.