Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Oh fuuuuuck!” I scream. “Oh shit!”
He comes too, and with one last hard push into my pussy, his cock jerks hard and streams of semen begin to paint my insides.
“FUCK!” is his roar. “Goddamn!”
The man collapses on me then, his muscular form hot and sheened with sweat. But it feels good, and I merely smile while clenching my pussy muscles to milk him of those last few precious drops. He chuckles, even while panting.
“You’re a bad girl, you know that?” he whispers into my ear. “Fuck, I had no idea how dirty you were.”
I merely giggle, and make to turn over and kiss him, but he’s still got his cock inside and his big form is covering mine, pinning me to the mattress.
“There’s a time and place for everything,” he whispers in my ear again before pulling out and getting up to close the blinds. With that, the only ray of moonlight in the room is eliminated, and utter darkness envelops us like a cloak. But soon, I feel his big, warm body in the bed beside me again, as one large palm caresses my curves. A gasp escapes my lips even as he tweaks a nipple before skating a palm down to finger my leaking hole.
“Mmm, I put a lot in you, didn’t I?” he muses in a low voice. “But are you ready for more?”
I smile in the darkness. “Always, big boy,” I coo, and with that, round two begins.
5
Julian
* * *
I whistle as I fry some eggs on the stove, trying to keep calm. I can’t believe last night happened because it was fucking wild. I keep thinking maybe I imagined it, but Serenity’s sweet scent lingers on my skin, and when I look down, my cock is red and aching from use.
Oh yeah. Last night definitely happened, and I only hope it happens again because to be honest, I’m not sure Serenity knew it was me. Maybe she did, maybe she didn’t, but I got up after our first hot session to close the blinds all the way. The curvy girl’s pussy felt so good wrapped around my cock that I knew I needed more, and I definitely got more. I had her screaming the entire night, only to fall sleep in the gray light of dawn. Shit. What’s going to happen when she finally wakes up?
But then, soft footsteps sound on the stairs, and to my surprise, the beautiful girl appears. Her hair is mussed, and she’s walking with a bit of a limp, but that’s to be expected. She took me every which way last night, and I’m not surprised her pussy’s sore and achy this morning.
The pretty girl finally enters the kitchen and stops in her tracks.
“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to be awake,” she says awkwardly. The brunette’s wearing nothing but one of my big t-shirts, and her legs are bare underneath. She pulls at the hem to try and cover more of her thighs, but it’s useless. I’ve already seen everything.
“I got up early to make breakfast,” I say with a cocky grin. “Eggs? Pancakes?”
She smiles tentatively.
“But breakfast is usually my job.”
“I thought I’d give you a break this morning.”
She pauses.
“Well, thank you. It smells delicious. Do you know where Stewie is, by the way?”
I blink a few times. My son is the last person I want to be talking about right now, given that she just had a night of hot sex with me. But clearly, Serenity and I aren’t on the same page, so I tread lightly.
“I assume he’s still asleep,” I say in a casual voice. “You know he isn’t much of a morning person.”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Serenity says, still looking confused. She glances towards the stairs then back at me. “But I woke up alone this morning, so Stewie must be up already. Maybe he’s in the basement playing video games? I know he just got that new set-up that’s ergonomically compliant.”
Oh shit, this complicates things. Serenity looked disoriented as she was coming into the kitchen, but I didn’t think it was this bad because she doesn’t seem to know who she had sex with last night. She obviously knows she had sex, but she doesn’t realize it was with me, and not my son. Fuck.
But then Serenity shakes her head, obviously still puzzled. “It’s strange, Mr. Holt. Do you know if Stewie rearranged the furniture in his room last night? I swear everything was in a different place, and honestly, I’m starting to wonder if I’m still a little drunk. We had a bad fight last night, and I went out to the Hard Swallow to calm down for a bit before coming back.”
I pause, my hand still on the spatula.
“How much alcohol did you have?”
She cringes. “Probably too much. Maybe two or three drinks? I had water too, but I’m not a regular drinker, so the alcohol hits me fast.”