Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30011 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
As I walk into the locker room, I stop in my tracks. Dressed in a short skirt, stockings, heels, and a bright green sweater that matches her eyes, Grace stands there smiling at me. My balls start tightening as I stare at her. I’ve never seen her all dolled up like that before, and even though I already think she’s gorgeous, she’s taken it to a whole new level tonight.
“Hey,” she says.
“What are you doing here?” I ask. “I thought you were working on your paper.”
“I decided to take a break.”
“Oh yeah?”
She bites her bottom lip as she walks over to me, her green eyes glittering with passion and mystery—though not without a hit of nervousness as well. Grace slides her arms around the back of my neck and pulls me down into a kiss that sends waves of fire through my body. She slowly pulls back, her sultry gaze on mine.
“I thought we could finish what we started,” she purrs.
“Is that so?”
She nods. “Uh-huh.”
“You sure?”
“Very.”
I push Grace against the lockers behind her and press my mouth to hers. She kisses me back with an intensity and passion that’s surprising. Everything about this is surprising, but I’m good with it. As our tongues lash one another, my body grows taut, and my cock stiffens. She groans into my mouth and grinds herself against my length, getting me even harder.
Grace reaches down and slides her hand into my shorts, wrapping her long, slender fingers around my thick shaft. I press my forehead to hers and close my eyes, moaning softly as she pumps her soft, delicate hand up and down my rigid staff. Her green eyes are alight, and a teasing smile plays across her lips as she looks up at me while she jerks me off.
“Fuck,” I moan. “Don’t stop. That is too fucking good.”
Gripping my dick even harder, Grace leans against me, her full, round breasts pressed to my chest, and strokes me faster. Every nerve ending on my body is crackling with electricity, and my stomach is clenched almost painfully tight. It’s so good, part of me would be happy enough to let her keep jacking me off until I come in her hand. The other part of me, though, is desperate to be inside of her. It’s that side that wins out.
Reaching down, I pull her hand off my cock and take a step back, blowing out a long, wavering breath and giving her a shaky smile. She’d gotten me right to the brink. Another few pumps, and I probably would have blown all over her sweater.
“What do you want, baby?” she purrs.
“Turn around.”
She gives me a sultry smile and does as I say. Grace puts her palms flat on the lockers as she bends over, bracing herself. She shudders as I slide my hands up her thighs and slip them beneath the hem of her skirt, pushing it up around her waist, and when I see her perfectly peach-shaped ass, I almost lose it right there. I cup her cheeks in my hands, squeezing them and enjoying her silky-smooth skin beneath my palms.
Even in the dim light of the locker room, the cleft between her thighs glistens with her juices. It’s so inviting. Reaching between her legs, I gently trace the tips of my fingers along her wet, swollen lips, drawing a shudder and sigh from her. Grace gasps when I slip two fingers into her slick, warm opening and slide them deep into her. She looks over her shoulder at me, watching with wide eyes as I pull my fingers out of her and slip them into my mouth, savoring the taste of her.
“You’re not wearing panties,” I say. “You’re such a bad little girl.”
“Just for you, Daddy,” she replies in a whisper.
My eyes flutter closed as the tide of lust rises within me. A slow smile stretches my lips, and I glance at her, my skin warm, my cock insanely hard.
“Dirty girl,” I say, my voice low and husky.
“I am for you, Daddy.”
Gripping her hips, I step forward and run the head of my cock along her hot, wet opening. She bites her bottom lip, and I can see she’s a little nervous, so rather than slam myself into her, I part her lips and move slowly, sinking into her inch by inch. She gasps, and her eyes widen as I sheath myself fully inside of her. Grace’s face is red, her eyes are tearing up, and she’s keeping herself from crying out. I’m guessing she’s never had anything thicker than her fingers inside of her before and isn’t used to being stretched open like this. A small whimper escapes her mouth, followed by a loud breath.
“Oh my God,” she gasps.
“Are you okay?”
She nods. “Just getting used to you.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No. Definitely not.”