Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“I need your tight hole,” I tell her. “I need to feel you wrapped around me. I need to feel your virgin pussy—just for me. Juh-just, fuh-for, muh-me…”
She’s stroking me so fast, I’m worried I’m going to explode. With the hand not rubbing her needy young soppy slit, I keep massaging her ass. I could spend the rest of my life just massaging this juicy ass, savoring her thickness. There’s so much of her to captivate me.
I meant what I said. I don’t just want her pussy. I fucking need it.
She gasps when I grab her hips, lifting her up. She floats through the water and wraps her legs around me, staring with those wide, excited, slightly nervous eyes.
“You’re going to take me,” I tell her, staring into her beautiful eyes… and then at the water dripping down her tits. “Your body was made for me.” I’m panting, sounding borderline feral. Hell, there’s no borderline about it. “Your body is mine. Your future is mine. Your virgin pussy is mine.”
I grip my dick and guide it to her opening, kissing her entrance with my end. She’s got her fingernails in my shoulders, both holding herself up and, it feels like, bracing for what we’re about to do. I shudder with pure hunger when I feel her entrance tightly kissing my tip.
“Oh my… Luke.”
She moans when I slip inside her, her walls squeezing just my tip. She’s so warm, contrasting even to the pool water, which is also warm. I keep my hands on her hips, greedily grabbing as much of her thickness as I can, then glide up as I guide her down on me at the same time.
“Luke,” she gasps again as I push deeper and deeper, every inch setting my dick on fire, every inch making me more confident I have to do whatever it takes to keep this woman in my life.
“It’s so big,” she moans. “Oh… yes.”
“Yes?” I growl.
I’m about halfway inside her. I can feel her squeezing around me. It’s like her body is getting ready for an orgasm, and she’s going to cream for me any moment. My balls tingle at the thought.
“Yes, yes,” she moans, nodding, biting her lip in that sexy-as-hell way.
I smooth one hand around to her ass as I push the rest of the way in, almost howling like a beast when I feel every inch of my cock tightly and warmly held by her pussy. She’s squeezing me like she never wants to let me go, drawing me deeper into her.
Then she grasps my face in her hands, supported by me and the pool’s wall behind her. She kisses me with more confidence than she has yet. I hold my dick deep inside, fused to her, as the passion fires into us, making the kiss hot, urgent—making the kiss the only thing that matters.
“I want you,” she whispers.
I smirk. “You’ve got me.”
“No,” she moans. “Forever. I want you forever.”
“You’ve got me forever.”
She frowns, as though the outside world is threatening to burst into her mind and ruin this moment. Then her frown turns into a circle of pleasure as I slide out and slowly glide back into her body, the water shimmering around us. She grabs my shoulders again, moving with me.
“Your pussy’s opening for me,” I tell her. “Oh, fuck. I can feel it.”
“Me… too.”
She’s still tight, her walls clutching eagerly onto my length, but I’m able to slide in and out quicker now, harder. The water goes from sloshing to splashing as I pick up the pace, obsessed with her, hungry. I’ll never stop starving for her touch. She gasps as I grab her hips in both hands again, using it to drag her toward me with each thrust and then pull out and do it again.
When she collapses against me, I slip backward, floating through the water. For a moment, my dick slides out of her. I snarl and grab her again, this time sinking my touch into her ass. She wraps her arms around me and helps me guide my dick to her core. We’re away from the wall now, floating together. We splash like crazy as heat bursts between us.
“Oh, hell,” she moans, almost yelling. Then she says in a quieter voice. “Sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry,” I groan. “I live to hear you moan for me—just for me.”
She uses her grip on my shoulders to throw herself up and down at the same tempo as me sinking my hands into her thick ass and bouncing her. We stay like that, in the water where this all started, nothing else existing. Nothing else matters for who knows how long. I only know I never want to leave like the water is a different world—one without guilt.
Then I feel her eager pussy fluttering. Her walls tighten and release, tighten and release. Her moans get breathier as if she hasn’t enough air to push them out. She gasps as I hammer her harder, then she slips out again.