Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
I took hold of her fingers and wrapped them around the base of my cock, giving her an idea of the motions as I guided her hand up and down. She kept going when I let her free, trying her best to keep mimicking, until she saw the first slickness of precum spilling from the tip. She rubbed the base of her thumb against it, eyes entranced.
“This is different than I thought,” she said. “I mean, I’ve read books and I’ve watched videos, but it’s not like getting up close and personal.”
“You’re right, it isn’t. And that’s exactly why we should take it slow.”
“Does that feel good?” she asked as she played, gliding her thumb up and down.
“It feels considerably more than good, Rosie. You’re a star in the making.”
She looked so proud, and it seemed to give her extra confidence. She crossed her legs and shuffled so she could use both of her hands. One gripped the base and the other kept on playing with tiny little motions, coaxing. I could have shunted my hips and used her dainty fingers to milk me hard, but I didn’t. I let her explore. I let her guide the pace, as transfixed as she was.
“Can I taste it?”
I smirked. “Do you want to?”
She laughed. “Yes, please.”
“Then be my guest.”
She pushed her glasses up her nose and it made me smile when she licked her lips. She giggled as she opened her mouth wide like a porn star, trying her best to fit me deep into the back of her throat. I laughed when she retched and choked, and she laughed along with me.
“Too much, too soon!” she coughed.
“Take it steady.”
She was more tentative on her second attempt. She took the head into her mouth and sucked gently, her fingers still around the base of my cock. She closed her eyes as if she was savouring it, tongue flicking, and again, the base urges shot up from my balls. Part of me wanted to twist her hair in my hands and plough her mouth like she was a dirty little fuck doll. It was usually one of my favourite pastimes.
“That’s it,” I said, when she began to bob her head, just a little. “Like that. Just like that…”
Then the words came so naturally.
“Good girl.”
Good girl.
I’d used that phrase so many times it was like second nature, but my voice sounded strange. I meant it differently with her. Genuinely.
The praise wasn’t token and it wasn’t filth. It was genuine. Rosie was a good girl.
It spurred her on, moaning as she sucked. Her hands tried to help her, but they were new to it. It took a while for her to find her groove. She was concentrating so hard that her eyes were closed tight behind her glasses. I left her free to play, encouraging with small thrusts of my hips to accentuate a rhythm.
“Good girl,” I said again, and she sped up.
My breaths shortened when she met my movements with hers. Her mouth worked my cock with a gentle hunger, and her sweet fingers had just enough grip to drive me wild. I could have shot my load at full force to the back of her throat, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted her to see me come.
I eased her away from me, leaving a delicious string of spit from her mouth to the end of my cock, and when she looked up at me through her glasses, lips puffy, I was muted. I was staring into the eyes of a filthy angel.
In my experience, there is a Lilith in every sweet Eve. I’d seen it plenty. Girls with cute grins, who’d turn into kinky little bitches in the bedroom, but Rosie had a deeper depth to her callings. One little lap of her tongue as her eyes fixed on mine said everything.
Rosie wanted to be a naughty girl, and it was far more of a contrast to her regular nature.
There was no denying it anymore. Despite her inexperience and her pure innocence, and the sweetness in her smile, Rosie really did want to be the girl in the photos.
“Let me taste it,” she said. “I want to taste it when you come.”
“Watch first,” I told her, and my voice was lower this time. More authoritative.
She stared at my cock as I worked it, positioning herself on instinct so she would see me spurt above her like a seedy fountain. I spat on my fingers to lube myself up even more, and moved my hand fast. My balls were screaming, pounding, needing release.
“Watch me like a good girl,” I said, and she did watch, eyes staring at my swollen cock as I began to unload.
The first spurt shot high, landing hard on her face to streak her glasses, the next dribbled down the full length of me as I groaned and kept on pumping. The third was a fucking explosion, with waves in its aftermath, and I was too out of my head to keep a track of myself. I came and came and came.