Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
It was the hair that got her nailed this time, or was it the edible oil they’d massaged her with in the high-end luxury spa in the hotel lobby? Whatever it is, it could’ve been the smell of her pussy when she greeted me; who knows?
She hadn’t been in the hotel room five minutes before I dragged her ass off to bed, and now here we are. “You done greedy?” She nodded, panting for breath as her eyes glazed over. “Hop off!” She slumped over to the side, and instead of making her get up on her hand and knees, I just kicked her knee out of the way with mine and slid into her pussy from behind while she laid flat on her tummy. Her ass was a nice cushion as she purred and cocked her ass just the tiniest bit, making it easier for me to snake fuck her.
I fisted the hair at the back of her head and rode her deep pussy hard and deep. Sweat dripped from my brow and ran down her spine to where we were joined, adding to the juices, hers and mine, already mingling there. She squeezed her ass cheeks hard, which tightened her pussy muscles around my cock, trying to get me to cum.
I pulled her head back by her hair and licked her open mouth with my tongue before dipping it inside for her suck. She tapped her foot like a wrestler in the ring tapping out, begging for mercy after her stunt; I had none. I put all my weight on her, adding pressure, and wrapped my free hand around her throat.
Now she had to rely on me for the air she breathes, just as with everything else. I own her, now and always, and she knows it, relishes it, and that’s what makes her the sexiest fucking woman alive in my eyes. I left her lips to give her some respite and buried my face in her candy-smelling hair while my cock continued to saw in and out of her.
I saw some documentary once about what a cock looks like cumming, now every time I’m inside her, that’s all I see in my mind. No matter what position I take her in, I always imagine the end game; me shooting off inside her in spurts of white, hot cum.
“Fuck baby, your pussy’s so tight like this.” Tighter than usual, and that’s saying a lot because she’s tighter than a fist. “You tired?” She was panting and clawing at the sheets.
“No, don’t stop, keep fucking me.”
“Good, because I want in that ass next.” She jerked and came again, rubbing her clit into the mattress, which made her pussy even wetter.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock.” Her climax did the job for her, and I held still while her pussy performed gymnastics on my rod. “Do you want me to fuck your ass again? Hmm, sweet baby?”
“Yes, yes, please, anything, just don’t stop.”
“Fuck my pussy harder, please.”
That whine always wins, and she knows it; that’s why she uses it like a weapon to get her way with me. Spoilt little bitch! I dragged her onto her hands and knees and kept her hair in my fist, using the other hand to spank her ass hard. “Cant that ass for me, baby.” She hunched her shoulders, arched her back, and threw her ass in the air, making her pussy readily accessible.
If I’m not careful, she’d unman me with her tight pussy. I still had about five minutes before my hour was up, not that it mattered; it was only about seven in the evening here, and the night was far from over. The sunlight glinted off of the diamond bedecked wedding ring on her hand, the ring I’d put there just the day before. I stretched my hand up to cover hers, bit into her ear, and offloaded in her sweet pussy.
GARRICK
I watched her as she slept, something I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of. She was passed out, sprawled all over her side of the California king-sized bed, her wild curls shrouding her face exposing just her strawberry red lips. I brushed some of the hair back from her face to see more of her and sighed. Has it only been twenty-four hours since my life changed so spectacularly? It doesn’t seem possible.
But even with the shitstorm I know will be coming once we return home, I can’t find it in me to regret my decision. Cupping her cheek, I let my mind drift for a moment, thinking back to the beginning, to where and how it all started, back to how this beautiful, passionate creature came to be in my life and how I almost lost her by being blind.
It's kind of weird, actually, how we came to be; not many would appreciate it or the circumstances anyway. You see, we’re not exactly a conventional couple in the best sense of the word. She could’ve been my daughter, well not quite, but I was almost married to her mother once, so close enough.