Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Yeah, I’m sure we can.”
“I need to text my mom that I’m spending the night with Rayne,” Bailey says. Then she turns back with wide eyes. “Rayne’s a wolf?”
“Ish.” I say, wincing a little at explaining this not-so-nice part of our culture. “She’s defective. Bad genes. You can tell because she’s so small. She hasn’t ever shifted.”
Pink’s lower lip juts out in a sad face. “That’s why kids are mean to her? That’s awful!”
“I know. It sucks. But she might eventually shift. She’s young, still.”
Bailey picks up her phone and texts her mom. I borrow it to text Casey, telling her I’m not coming home and she should go spend the night with one of her friends. She was probably planning on it, anyway. She tries to be gone as much as possible.
“Done,” I say, handing the phone back to Bailey. “First one to find the condoms wins a prize!” I jump to my feet and go charging off to search the bedrooms. I hear Bailey’s musical laugh following me.
“Found them!” she shouts a few minutes later from the bathroom.
I crowd in behind her. “What’s that?” I snatch the bottle of lube from her hands and look at the label. “Damn. Mr. Oakley really set up a little sex den for us here, didn’t he?”
Bailey smacks my arm and laughs, blushing. I pull off her t-shirt, then my own. Turn on the shower. Bailey watches me shuck my jeans, then unhooks her bra and drops it to the floor.
“You okay?” I settle my palms on her waist and slide my hands up. “Still hurting?”
She shakes her head. “I feel good,” she whispers.
“Good.” I pick her up to straddle my waist and carry her under the spray of water with my lips locked on hers.
It’s a good thing I already came or I wouldn’t be able to handle the sensation of her slippery skin rubbing against mine. The sight of her naked tits shifting in front of my face.
I pin her to the shower wall and feast on one of her nipples, sucking, nipping, tugging until she wriggles against me. Then I move onto the other one. While I do, I get filthy with my hands, tracing into her ass crack and making her jump and squeal when I find her anus.
“Oh my god,” she says breathlessly. “What’s your fascination with my butthole?”
“Everything.” I bite her neck, push a little on her tight sphincter to get it to partially open.
She sucks in her breath and squeezes it tight.
“I’m an ass man, and you have a perfect ass. Plus I like how squirmy you get when I touch you there. And”—I drag my mouth up the column of her neck and suck her earlobe—“I’m your punisher. And assholes are where naughty girls have to take it.”
Bailey lets out a full-on sex moan. The kind you hear women make in porn clips. The kind that makes me go rock hard.
“I am going to fuck this ass, Bailey,” I warn her, since she’s obviously into the punish-y vibe. “Maybe tonight, maybe later. But you’re going to take it in the ass from me.”
She squirms, rubbing her hot little clit against the root of my cock.
Fuck, I can’t wait any longer.
I turn off the water and get out, still holding my girl. I pretty much never want to put her down. Like, if we’re vertical, she should be straddling me at all times. But right now, we’re getting horizontal.
I grab a towel and wrap it around the back of her. “You grab the condoms and lube,” I tell her and she giggles as she leans over to grab them, rubbing her wet breasts past my face again.
I carry her to a bedroom and drop her on her back. For a moment, I just stand on my knees and stare down at her. She’s like a divine gift from the moon goddess, this lush, healthy human virgin offering herself up to me.
“Are you still wet?” I ask, slowly rubbing my thumb over her slit. I already know she’s still wet; her scent engulfs me, intoxicates me. “Plenty wet,” I say. “But I don’t want it to hurt.” I open the bottle of lube and spread a generous amount around her entrance and her anus. I put on a condom and lube it, too.
Then I shake my head at Bailey with mock authority. “So I’m thinking… good girls get their cherries popped missionary style.” I flip her to her belly and smack her ass. “Bad girls take it from behind.”
I work my thumb between her cheeks and tease her asshole until she starts pumping her hips on the bed. “Spread your legs, Bailey,” I order hoarsely. My words come out thick with need. I kneel behind her and rub the head of my cock over her entrance. She’s tight.