Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Pulling her pants completely off, I kiss up her thigh, surrounded by her scent now.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her.
She sits up on her elbows and looks down at me with raised eyebrows as though completely surprised. “Really?”
I answer by bringing my finger to her entrance, slowly circling it, spreading her wetness as I stroke my tongue from her core and up to her clit, along her folds, then focus on her clit. She gasps and falls back like she can’t believe the pleasure, the heat between us. She’s so, so wet.
She moans even sweeter when I lick her bud faster. I’m the worst best friend who ever lived, a scumbag, just like every other wealthy celebrity. I slide my finger into her, groaning when I feel her grip me tightly.
I lick her faster, with more pressure, feeling like I’m under some spell. Or maybe that’s an excuse, but I don’t care. All my life, I only “cared” about a few things: my career, Brad, and being a good person in the way I know how. Now, I care about nothing else—just her, just Mary. Just her tight, tangy pussy, the juices that taste so damn good.
I slip my finger in deeper, sucking her clit into my mouth and playing with it with my tongue. She’s whimpering almost desperately, just like my fantasies, like she wants me to stop and keep going at the same time. Outside, lightning cracks. She shivers, but not because of that.
Pushing my finger in, I feel just how tight her inexperienced body is. My base is pumping with wave after wave of lust. I want her to come so damn badly. Yet, at the same time, I know where it’ll lead. I won’t be able to feel her tunnel completely drenched without caving into the desire to claim her fully. Grind my dick into her. Fuck her hard.
“Oh my…” she trails off. “It’s so…”
“That’s it,” I growl, then immediately start licking and kissing her clit again. “Come for me. Come hard, Mary.”
“Yes, yes,” she moans, grinding her hips against me.
In the final moments before her orgasm, she chases it, shifting her hips, seeking out the pleasure. I finger her faster, harder, pushing all the way in as a preview of what my cock will feel like. It’s just a small taste, though. I hope she can take me, her tight hole squeezing. Her pussy feels perfect. She screams, then bites down, like she’s stopping herself, as if she thinks Brad is here and might overhear us.
Once she’s quivered for the last time, I glide my hands up her body, under her hoodie, find her naked, braless tits, and massage them slowly. I take my damn time because, apparently, that’s who I am now, just a cold, treacherous bastard. She’s too addictive. I play with her nipples, and she moans.
“Are they sensitive?” I ask, my stiff pole aching with all the release needing to erupt over her curvy, perfect, thick body.
“I guess so,” she smiles shakily.
“Does it feel good?”
“Hmm-hmm,” she nods in the sexiest way. I don’t think she realizes how attractive she is, every gesture and every look. I’m entirely lost. I can’t think. I’m as lost as I was before I found fighting.
“Wait…” I keep rubbing her nipples. “You guess you’re sensitive here? You didn’t know?”
She shakes her head, eyes wide, almost afraid of telling me something. “What now?” she whispers like she’s daring me.
Now I should tell her we must take back everything we’ve done. We can’t ever mention this again. Now, as the older man, I tell her she needs time to mature, develop, and choose the man she wants. But my instincts are like a shot of adrenaline straight into my dick. My mind. My everything.
She bites her lip, her nipples getting a little harder as I gently stroke them.
“Now we get naked,” I say, with passion in my voice and conflict, and all the things I never used to dream I’d feel.
She moans when I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, then I quickly stand, keeping my eyes on her the whole time, pulling down my pants. She wriggles out of her hoodie.
Oh, fuck. I can’t be a good man. I tried for so many years. Her tits jiggle and shake for me as they spill free, a ripple moving through them that makes her look so damn full. I collapse like I’m at an altar and lean forward, massaging one thick tit as I suck her other nipple. She moans louder, trailing her fingers across my back, digging her nails in, almost like she wants to punish me for what we’re doing.
Her tits feel so big. There’s so much of her to caress, to obsess over. All thoughts of anything else are gone. Nothing else exists, nothing at all. I slide up her body, holding myself up and bringing my dick to her entrance, stroking up and down her folds, teasing her clit, getting her slit ready for me.