Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
And with that, I begin ravaging the untouched virgin. I kiss her mouth, trailing my lips down her chin and across her jaw before dipping lower and skimming against her décolletage. Oh fuck, she’s so delicious and creamy as I taste her soft flesh with the tip of my tongue.
“Take off your shirt,” I rasp. With trembling fingers, Evie obeys. One button after another pops open, and my dick punches out to ninety degrees at the sight of her tits. She doesn’t have on a bra, which means her Double Ds are on full display, huge and pendulous and tipped with hard bits of pink at the top.
“Oh fuck,” I groan, my eyes glued to her chest. “Oh fuck, little girl. How’d you get so beautiful?”
Without skipping a beat, Evie drops to her knees in front of me, her hands on my belt.
“What the fu-?” I begin, puzzled. I haven’t even kissed her yet, haven’t tasted that breast flesh in my mouth, and she’s on her knees in front of me?
But the girl has a plan. Her clever fingers undo my belt and fly, causing my dick to pop out like a mast. Now, she’s cupping her tits, one in each hand, pushing them together so that a deep valley has formed in between.
“Fuck my tits, Mr. Phillips,” she whispers slyly, looking up at me from under her lashes. “I know you’re a boob guy, so fuck ‘em.”
And what can I do but obey? The little nymphet is so sexy and yet so nasty that my pulse has gone ballistic, the blood pumping into my pole at a million miles an hour, so hard and pounding that I think I might explode.
But I can’t explode yet. I haven’t driven myself into Evie, and that is number one on the list. So I only let myself take a few strokes between her boobs. Licking my palm, I wet my dick with my hand before guiding the missile vertically between her jugs, feeling the soft bellies caress me and cushion me.
“Ahhh,” I grunt, unable to hold back. “Feels so fucking good.”
Evie doesn’t reply. She’s too busy watching hungrily as my penis strokes up and down between those mountainous titties, the head disappearing and reappearing every few seconds between her generous flesh.
And the little slut does something else that surprises me then. Timing her rhythm perfectly, she leans down and licks the tip of my dick on each upswing, catching a bit of sperm in her mouth and smacking her lips before bobbing down for another sweet sip.
“Ohhhh fuck,” I groan. “What the fuck, what the fuck.”
The little girl is canny. She shifts her boobs, pushing my dick higher up so that now when she leans down, she’s able to get both of her lips around my glans on each upswing, giving me a slight suck with every stroke.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I grind out. “Fuuuuuuck.”
With the last ounce of my self-control, I pull back, my chest heaving and my abs tight. I stare at the brunette with a mixture of awe and wonder.
“I thought you said you were a virgin,” I pant. My balls are tight, and I’m so fucking turned on that I’m ready to pound her into the mattress right then, right there, virginal status be damned. “So how the fuck did you get so slutty?”
Evie merely smiles coyly, standing up again, her boobs a little red and chafed from our fuck session. Sucking the tip of her finger, she trails it between her titties, as if missing my dick, and whines slightly.
“Why, Mr. Phillips, I’m no slut,” she coos, batting her lashes at me. “I’m just a naughty, naughty girl.”
But she’s a total whore, and she knows it. So I decide to treat her like one.
“Skirt … off,” I command, shedding my clothes in a matter of seconds.
That gets her attention because I’m cut and really toned, like the fitness models you see in men’s magazines. I wear the regular schoolteacher schleppy clothes to fit in, but once the material comes off, you can see all of the hard work I put in. Yep, lifting weights, doing cardio five times a week, and eating right does the trick, and more than a few women have swooned when they’ve seen me in my full glory.
Fortunately, Evie is no exception. Her eyes open wide and her cheeks color as she looks me up and down. My dick just punches out more, leaking at the tip.
“Like what you see, little girl?” I tease, my voice raspy with need. “Because you’re about to feel me all over you.”
A gorgeous flush spreads over her body, her breasts going slightly pink, and her tummy reddening a bit.
“Mr. Phillips,” she gasps, her eyes wide, eating me up. “Mr. Phillips.”
Evidently, the brunette is so stunned that she can’t manage to say more. She’s rooted in place, her eyes feasting on my male physique. So chuckling, I do it for her. Without losing a beat, I grab her by the waist and rip that little plaid number right off her body, leaving Evie in nothing but her panties and a pair of high-heeled Mary Janes.