Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“How does this feel?” he asks as I relax further into him. The fingers that massaged my calves so well now move to explore my… my down-there place.
I gasp out a pleasured noise as his middle finger begins teasing at some spot at the top of my sex. His fingertip swirls gently, teasing it.
I just moan a little in response.
He pulls his finger away.
“Good,” I burst out, wanting his finger back. “It feels good.”
“That’s right. You speak when spoken to or Sir will take the good feelings away.”
Sir? Okay, that’s taking it a little far, buddy, I think, blinking a little out of the pleasured haze he’s dropping me into. But then his finger is back and I’m biting my bottom lip again.
“You’re getting slick for me already,” he rasps. “What a dirty little slut to get so wet for a stranger you’ve just met. You must really want to get fucked. Oh, I feel your little pussy lips clench at that. You like when I talk dirty.”
Fuck, he’s right. I really, really like it when he talks dirty.
He runs his finger down the line between the lips of my sex.
I inhale in shock. I haven’t had the courage to explore there much beyond a few furtive touches, but he touches me so confidently and commandingly. Duh. He’s going to do a lot more before the night is through.
Because suddenly I know this isn’t going to just be a ten-minute poke, thrust, and done sort of session.
And instead of intimidating, it feels freeing. I didn’t know how to touch myself the couple times I even dared try. But he knows exactly what to do.
My body is more than ready to respond, too. Maybe this is a clue. Maybe this is something else I’m good at—something the me from before knew how to do, like cussing and chess-playing. Moira and I always knew I might not be a for-real virgin, but that’s okay, right? This guy doesn’t seem bothered so far by what he’s getting.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks.
Well shit. I don’t want him to know he just paid fifty million dollars for a maybe-virgin.
“Just that it’s a lot,” I sputter. “A lot of feelings.” There. That’s the truth.
“That’s so sweet,” he says. “I should’ve tried a virgin before.”
Is he making fun of me? I can’t tell. I’m distracted by him gently tugging my crotchless silk panties down my thighs. I lift my knees one at a time and he pulls them off the end of my feet.
As soon as he’s done, he spanks me again. Harder this time. So hard that shocked tears form in my eyes. But I don’t hate it. I think I might even want him to do it again. Suddenly this feels like an opportunity for exploration with someone who obviously knows what he’s doing. And who I just happen to be ravenously attracted to.
Before I can say anything, though, his hand is there at my sex again.
“Do you use toys to make yourself cum?”
“I- I- I don’t know,” I stutter, my back arching as shocking new feelings roll through my body. “I don’t know anything about myself before two months ago.”
“Ahh,” he murmurs. “Of course. So you don’t know if this is the first finger you’ve ever had inside you?” he asks, the only warning before one of his thick digits slips through my juices between my pussy lips and—
I gasp and clench around him. He’s not very far in and he stretches all around in my wetness.
“That’s right,” I whisper, squirming my hips. I feel every contour of his finger. It’s only a finger but I can’t imagine anything larger fitting.
“So tight,” he hisses.
“The doctor said—”
“I know what the doctor said,” he bites out. “I just didn’t believe it.”
His finger twirls around and he pushes in slightly further until I make a little noise. I’m not sure if I want him to pull it out or push it further in.
But he pulls out, then keeps massaging the outer lips of my now achingly sensitive pussy. I feel pulsing in the bud at the top—the one spot he completely ignores.
“Well maybe you’re a virgin there because you just like men fucking you in the ass instead of your cunt.”
I’m shocked again by the vulgarity of his words… and yet also, turned on by them.
His finger slick with my juices starts to probe my anus. “Some good Christian girls do that. Are you a good little Christian girl?”
“I don’t know.” I gape at the feeling of him back there, breathing really hard now as my heart pumps with fresh adrenaline.
Fuck. I’m so turned on. I barely knew what to do with the pressure of him at my front hole, but the feel of him back there, which seems somehow ten times more forbidden… Is he intentionally trying to keep me off-kilter? Or does he just want to touch me everywhere all at once, like a new toy he can’t wait to get his hands on? Either way, my body rolls with it, hips wriggling at his teasing touches.