Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56352 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 282(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“But the soup,” I said.
She caught me off guard, and in a move I’d expect from a champion judo wrestler—not from a dentist—she tackled me and threw me to the floor in front of the fireplace. She straddled me and pinned my arms to my side. “I think the mountains have me stir crazy,” she said. The fire reflected in her eyes, adding to the wild burning look that shone from them.
“I think you’ve always been a little crazy.”
She pulled my arms up over my head and held them down with one hand. With the other, she pulled off her shirt. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” she said.
She wrapped her shirt around my wrists and tied them tightly together. She was strong, but I think I could have overtaken her. Still, I didn’t try to resist. I was curious to see how far she’d go.
She leaned over me. I tried to look back to see what she was doing. I gathered she was trying to tie the other end of her shirt to the leg of the nearby sofa, but I couldn’t be sure. I was distracted. Her gorgeous, firm, round tits were inches from my face. I searched for them with my mouth, just out of reach. The frustration only increased my desire.
“You looking for these?” She cupped her breasts and held them an inch from my straining mouth.
I stuck out my tongue and only managed to touch the tip of her nipple. The touch was too fleeting. I squirmed and tried to pull my hands free. To my surprise, she had tied them good and tight.
I bucked and tried to turn over, but she straddled me with her knees pressed tight at my sides.
She looked at me with a devious smile stretched across her face. She laughed. “Going somewhere?”
I bucked and shook my arms futilely. She laughed again and pulled my shirt up over my head. I tried to tug my hands free, but the shirt was too secure. It wouldn’t give.
Holly slid down, her knees now snug against my hips. She leaned over and let her hair fall, lightly touching my chest. She ran up and down, tickling me first with the ends of her hair, then tantalizing me with the soft touch of her breasts and the hard touch of her nipples.
I wanted to grab her, pin her down, and possess her. I writhed, and I squirmed. “Untie me.”
She laughed.
I gritted my teeth. “Untie me, or else.”
“Or else what?
“This isn’t going to end well for you.”
She unzipped my pants and slid them down off my waist, freeing my throbbing erection from its confines. She took it in her hand and stroked it softly. “Oh, I think this is going to end just fine for me.” She stood and slipped out of her pants. “You like to watch, don’t you?”
I did watch her. I watched her stand over me, put her foot onto my chest, and run her toes up and down the crease between my pecs. And I did like it.
She gripped her pants by the waist in a balled-up fist and whipped me with the pant legs.
“Ow!”
“I asked you a question. You like to watch, don’t you?”
I gulped and nodded.
She whipped me again. “Say it!”
“I like to watch.”
She smiled deviously and tossed her pants. “Good. Well, now you’ve got a front-row seat.” She straddled me anew. Took my cock in her hand and stroked it gently. She placed it against her groin. With her other hand, she stroked herself, her fingers exploring her wet pussy.
Strands of black hair veiled her eyes, but I caught enough of a glimpse to see she was staring at me. She licked her lips and pressed my cock against her labia. I felt how wet she was. I bucked my hips, searching for entry, but she was in control.
“Not yet,” she said. She leaned over me, her hand pressing my throbbing cock against her wet pussy, her other hand like a claw scraping down my chest.
I arched my back and groaned.
“Are you watching?” She turned her back to me, straddled me, and inserted my throbbing member into her.
I watched her, her ass hitting my pelvis, her head flung back, and her long black hair swaying from side to side in rhythm with her gyrations. I gave up trying to pull my hands free and focused on moving my hips to meet her.
She leaned forward and grabbed my ankles, her nails digging into my skin.
“Ahh!”
She ran her nails up along the inside of my leg. She cupped my balls in one hand, then she leaned back and braced herself with a hand on the floor to my side. She groaned and moaned.
I thrust harder and faster.
“Yes!” she called out. “Yes! Like that.”
There was no one within miles. She could scream as loud as she wanted.