Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
But again, Monica didn’t clarify things. Instead, she merely smiled mysteriously before popping a chip into her mouth.
“Let’s just say all women have secrets,” she purred while reaching for the hot sauce. “It makes things more fun, right?”
I stared at her.
“Yeah, but I barely know anything about you. It’s fucking weird, if you ask me.”
Monica just waved her manicured hand in the air.
“Oh Brant,” she sighed. “So honest and upstanding all the time! I swear, have you ever cheated on a test before? Or cheated on anything?”
I fix her with a look.
“No, although I wasn’t exactly a boy scout either. Why, what are you getting at?”
The blonde woman merely smiled mysteriously again.
“I’m just saying that life isn’t as straightforward as you think it is,” she hummed. “But this guacamole is delicious,” she added. “Do you want a bite of mine? I swear, I’m going to have to get the recipe to make it at home myself.”
That comment struck me as odd because Monica’s never cooked before, and not even something as simple as guacamole dip. In fact, I’ve spent entire weekends at her house, fucking her silly, but she never threw together any meals for us to enjoy. Instead, we always ordered Chinese or pizza, and it worked fine for me because I’m not picky about food. But again, the whole recipe thing seemed to imply that at least at some point in her life, Monica cooked.
As you can tell, this woman was fucking strange. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a wildcat in bed, and I’ve never come so hard in my life. But it’s goddamn weird to know nothing about the woman you’re boning, and so after a couple months, I decided to call it off. To be honest, Monica didn’t seem that put out when I told her I was breaking up with her. She merely nodded before pressing a kiss to my mouth and ruffling my hair, as if I was a cute puppy dog she’d found on the street. Then, she stripped off her bikini and before I knew it, we were going at it on the lounge chair by the pool. Her cunt was wet and her boobies bounced, and that’s all I needed for the perfect goodbye.
So yeah, that was my afternoon. After leaving my ex’s place, I cleaned a couple pools and then went home, exhausted. I figured I’d rest after a hot day in the sun, but then I got bored and decided to head out to the Red Rooster for a cold drink. It’s an unpretentious place and I figured I’d relax a bit with a beer in hand. I definitely didn’t expect to meet a beautiful young nymph with a sassy smile and dirty ways.
But here we are, and Petunia moans as I play with her pussy under the bar while sipping at a sweet teat.
“Ummm,” she cries breathily, tipping her head back as her pink lips part. “That feels amazing.”
“It’s about to get even better,” I growl against her breast. With clever fingers, I part those swollen pussy lips before stroking through her folds. She’s drenched, and her clit is as hard as a rock. Without looking, I gently tease her clit out of its hood before circling it a few times, and then settling in for a solid rub.
“Oh oh oh,” Petunia moans, squirming in her seat. “Unnh!”
“Shhh,” I growl softly between deep suckles at her breast. “Keep it down baby because we’re not alone.”
But a quick glance shows me that no one’s looking. Again, it’s dark and the people at the other end of the bar are busy with their conversations, so we have privacy. Petunia squirms again beneath my touch, her vag juicing heavily into my hand, and then she spreads her legs even wider to provide better access.
“Please, more Brant,” she begs, her blue eyes dazed with lust. “I need it so bad.”
It’s then that I realize that some discreet fingering under the table isn’t going to be enough for this girl. In fact, even a solid finger-fucking wouldn’t be enough because Petunia’s juicing heavily all over my palm now while tweaking her pink nipples. She needs one thing, and she needs it bad.
As a result, I slide off my seat and stand behind the curvaceous blonde, leaning forward to breathe into her ear.
“You want it, sweetheart? You think you can take me?”
Her cheeks color a beautiful rosy pink, and she nods.
“I do,” Petunia confirms. “Please Brant. I’m yours.”
With that, I inch the back of her skirt up so that it’s bunched around her waist, my big back shielding her from the gaze of the people at the front of the Red Rooster. Then I spit into my palm and undo my pants, before pulling out my massive cock and lubing it up with saliva. Petunia can’t see my cock but she wiggles her back end, bumping her big cheeks up and down as if begging for it.