Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
I take them off now. I drag them down slowly and toss them on the floor beside the bed.
I’m surprised she hasn’t woken up through all this. She must not be a light sleeper.
My hands slide down her smooth legs as I reposition them, then I spread them and position myself between her thighs with an arm locked around one to keep her where I want her. I spread her pussy open with my fingers, then lean in to taste her for the first time in far too fucking long.
Her legs try to move, but I tighten my arm around her thigh to keep her anchored where I want her. I hear her inhale sharply as I run my tongue over her clit, just to tease her.
I take my time with her this morning, my tongue exploring her tight little hole before I focus my attention on her clit.
My pretty little bedmate grows impatient once I start teasing her there, her breaths coming in sharp, jagged bursts, her legs spread open so I have access to as much of her pussy as possible.
She cries out when I shift my attention to her clit, her hips trying to arch off the bed, but I tighten my grip on her and hold her down. She’s only had her pussy licked once, so it’s still a new sensation to her. Her cries are sharp and unrestrained as I feast on her pussy. Her body writhes and bucks and fights against me as I force her to stay down.
Her movements and little noises become more desperate as the pressure wells up inside her. Her hands grab at the sheets and her body twists and bucks.
She's so fucking wild. I love it.
I can't wait to see her go over the edge, so I tongue her clit harder, faster. Her thighs tremble, her desperate little cries break before they're even out, and she clutches at the headboard.
When she comes, it’s fast and hard. Her cries are high-pitched and short, and I give her clit a little bite to enhance the sensation.
I stay where she needs me while she’s riding out her orgasm, but when her body goes limp, I move where she needs me next—beside her.
I reach out my arms for her and she rolls right into my embrace, burying her face in my chest and clinging to me. Her thigh wraps around me again, like even her pussy needs me close, and I can’t help placing a tender kiss on the crown of her head.
I could love this girl.
I caress her head and give her the affection she’s craving in the aftermath of the pleasure. She plants soft little kisses along my neck and chest.
My cock stirs, but it can just simmer down. She’s a virgin. I can’t do everything to her all at once.
Finally, she fully recovers and tips her head back to look up at me, her eyes glinting with fondness. “Good morning.”
I smile at her. “Good morning, Kennedy.”
“I don’t know if you know this, but you’re the best alarm clock in the world.”
“I’m glad you enjoy my methods.”
“I love your methods. You should come to my house and wake me up for school every morning.”
I snort. “Yeah, your mom would love that.”
“Ugh.” The mention of her mom shrinks her smile.
I regret the words as soon as they’re out, but I meant them lightly. I didn’t mean to make her think of her stupid mother.
Kennedy rolls out of my arms, but at least she seems reluctant to go. She grabs her phone off the bedside table, then rolls on her back so she can check her notifications.
Teenagers.
While she’s doing that, I roll out of bed and head for the bathroom.
I consider waiting for her and showering together, but showering with her and not fucking her seems too difficult. I’ve given my self-control a good workout these past 12 hours or so. It deserves a break.
I shower alone, then head back to the bedroom once I’m dressed in a gray knitted sweater and black jeans.
Kennedy’s sitting up in bed with my blanket draped over her crossed legs. She looks up when I come in and flashes me a smile, her gaze drifting over my body.
“I should have probably planned better,” she tells me. “I don’t have any clothes to change into.”
“I can give you something to wear. What have you got going on today?”
“I have to work.”
“Oh.” Hearing that disappoints me. I was hoping to spend the day with her since she’s already here, and I’m home alone.
She nods, no more excited about it than I am. “Yeah. The manager’s annoying me, though. I texted him while you were in the shower because I don’t have my uniform, and I really don’t want to go home to get it. I know they keep extra shirts and hats there, and the money usually just comes out of your paycheck if you need to buy stuff for your uniform so I could get those, but I don’t have the right pants or shoes, either. They don’t have those there, you have to buy those at a store. There’s no point buying a new shirt and hat if he’s going to make me go home and get the rest of my uniform, and he’s just not getting what I’m saying at all.”