Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I giggle and squeal as he takes me into the walk-in shower and sets me down beside him. The water blasts on cold at first, but he shields me from it with his broad back.
He presses up against me, and I see he’s just as hard as he was last night, and that tickling sensation returns between my legs.
This man is irresistible.
Delicately, I reach out and touch it. At first I use only one hand. But it’s clear it will take more than that, so I use two. Casey lets out a deep groan as I begin to stroke him, then presses two fingers into my mouth to wet them.
He slips those two fingers between my legs and tenderly begins to rub my sweet spot. I lean forward against his chest and close my eyes as the pleasure radiates through me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me.”
It’s at that moment that I realize just how much I love being told what to do by him.
All my life I’ve had my father planning out my life for me, telling me where I can work, telling me if I can or can’t go to college, telling me who I will marry. And I resented it. But now I have Casey giving me commands, and I absolutely love it.
“Yes, sir,” I whimper back, feeling the heat spread out from my center.
He applies more pressure, increasing his speed. The warm water of the shower rains down on our naked bodies, and already I feel it. The point of no return.
I sail over the cliff of bliss like a bird flying off into the sunset. My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. I lean against Casey’s chest and grip his cock hard as my body pulsates with unbridled pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he comforts me. “Come. Come.”
Just as I’m about to regain my senses, Casey’s fingers slip through my wet hair, and he’s forcing me down to my knees. I look up just as he pushes his cock into my already open mouth.
This is it. My first blowjob.
I have no idea what I’m doing. But like last night, Casey guides me, showing me exactly what to do.
“Just like this,” he says, his voice deep and guttural. He moves his hips back and forth, doing some of the work for me, then grips my hands and guides me in how to stroke his shaft as I suck him.
“Good girl.”
His praise ignites my already heated body. His cock is swollen thick, but I can feel it somehow growing as he pushes deeper with each stroke. He doesn’t have to say anything. I know he’s about to come.
“Get ready to swallow,” he tells me. “I’ve got a lot for you.”
Excitement grips me. So many new things in such a short amount of time. I take a breath and ready myself. Casey looks down at me, his eyes narrow and fiery. His abs go tight, and he reaches down and grabs my right breast.
“I’m coming, baby.”
The sweet and salty explosion of Casey’s cum splashes across my tongue and the inside of my cheeks. I swallow as quickly as I can, holding his cock in my mouth as the sounds of his groans reverberate off the shower walls.
There’s so much, but I refuse to fail. I will not back off and ruin this for him. I keep my mouth clasped over his cock until he finally lets out a deep sigh and pulls back. Only then do I fully swallow everything and gasp for breath.
“Oh, wow,” I say, looking up at Casey for affirmation. I expect to see him leaning back against the shower wall, eyes closed and panting. But instead, I see him already leaning down for me. He grabs me by the waist and hoists me to my feet.
He pulls me right to him and goes to kiss me on the lips, which for a moment, I can’t believe. I’ve heard Jerry’s asshole friends talk about how they never kiss a girl after they’ve just “been sucked off,” so I guess I just kind of figured that’s how all guys were. But Casey kisses me right on the lips like he couldn’t care less.
“You are amazing,” he tells me, grabbing a loofa and some body wash from beside him. He smiles at me, his charm melting my insides. “May I wash you, princess?”
How have I met such a perfect man, I wonder as he gently goes over my body. I go over his with a simple bar of scentless soap, and after that, we both wash our hair. Thankfully the homeowner has tons of clean towels. We dry off and make our way back downstairs, just in time to see the gorgeous sunrise over the trees.
“My dad’s house must be like ten times this size,” I muse. I turn and look at Casey. “But if I was with you, I wouldn’t need more than this to be happy.”