Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Her face flushed as she said, “Pants.”
I slowly started to lower them, revealing my black boxer briefs as I did.
“Those, too,” she whispered.
I lowered both, revealing my hard cock as it bobbed out of its confines and slapped against the mattress.
Her breaths started coming in choppier and she reached for the hem of her own shirt.
“I’m not sure how I’m getting so bold, but…” She whipped it off and threw it to the end of the bed to join the one she’d taken off me.
I watched as her fabulous tits bounced with the movement.
“Fuck,” I growled as I took her in.
She was wearing only a pair of white cotton underwear, but it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
“Is that a good fuck, or a bad fuck?” she asked self-consciously.
“Very good,” I admitted. “Very, very, very good.”
Her cheeks flushed as she stood up and shucked her panties.
I didn’t know what I suspected, but her being fully bare wasn’t one of them.
I’d always heard that Brazilian waxes cost a lot of money, and not many women liked to do them.
But she was blissfully bare.
She ran her hand down the length of her thighs for a second before she said, “One thing that I got from my Native American genes is very little body hair.”
Well that answered that.
“I like it,” I replied, voice hoarse.
She sat down and scooted underneath the covers, lifting them up high for me. “I know that the door is closed, but just in case…”
I practically dove underneath the covers.
She laughed at my exuberance, throwing her arms around my neck as I plastered both of our bodies together and roughly brought the covers over us.
“The condom just went flying.” She giggled.
I’d never held such instant hate for an inanimate object in my life, but all of a sudden I hated the idea of wearing one.
“There’s more,” I said. “Maybe not the flavor that you want but…”
I reached for the condom, went up onto my knees, and slicked it on.
She watched, her thighs spreading wider, and waited for it to be on completely before she held out her hands for me again.
I came down onto my elbows, body pressed completely up against hers and kissed her again.
She moaned into my mouth, and my cock jerked against her heated core.
“Holy shit,” she breathed when I pulled away, my lips stinging from the intensity of our kiss.
I caught the ends of her ponytails with both hands and pulled the hair ties free.
I spent the next thirty seconds working her hair free of the braids.
It was still wet from the night before, which I commented on.
“Yeah, it’s the thickness,” she inhaled as she sat still underneath me.
“Figured,” I said as I pulled the covers up over our heads, then started to work my way down to her breasts.
“Yes,” she hissed, her body arching, urging me on.
I sucked, licked, nipped, and bit the rosy peaks.
Only when they were sufficiently hard and aching did I begin to move down again.
She caught my hair in her hands and said, “Not that I don’t want that, because I really, really do. But I feel like we only have a very short amount of time, and I want you inside of me badly. So, for all that’s holy, please do that.”
Denying her was impossible, so I came back into place, notched my cock at her entrance, and started pushing inside.
She mewled, opening her legs wider, urging me on.
“Just FYI…I’ve never done this before,” I admitted, already feeling the pull of my orgasm at the base of my cock, centering in my balls.
Shock took over her face. “As in never?”
“Never,” I confirmed.
Her mouth opened and closed, then she shook her head in disbelief. “Are you telling me I’m corrupting you?”
Catching her hand in mine, I pulled it up over her head and anchored her down with my other, then thrust forward, giving her my entire cock.
She gasped, her head thrusting backward, exposing her neck to me.
There was no more discussion about my never having done this before.
I took advantage of her exposed neck and ran my tongue along the side, letting my tongue dance over her rapid pulse for a short second before biting softly.
She shivered, her legs tightening around me.
“Fuck, baby.” She gasped, her hands fisting into my hair. “You feel so big inside of me.”
“That’s because you’re the size of a doll.” I growled, teeth gritted, as I tried to maintain my control.
Was this normal?
This overwhelming urge to come before I’d even started?
“You’re being awfully nice,” she snickered. “But I’m normal sized. You’re just jumbo.”
I liked that she thought I was big.
I wasn’t.
At least, not compared to some of the bigger ones I’d seen in my time in sports, but I wasn’t small either.
She really was just a tiny little thing.
Her breasts were absolutely perfect, though, as she thrust them against my chest and tugged on my hair to angle my head toward them.