Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80986 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
I moved to her other side, circling her nipple with teasing strokes of my tongue. Then she groaned as I took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. Her hips were undulating in little circles, and I wondered if she craved contact there as much as I wanted to give it.
But not with my straining cock, I reminded myself. At least not tonight. I set her back down on my lap, wishing I could watch the way her breasts bounced on an endless loop. Her legs somehow spread even wider apart on either side of my thighs, and I trailed a finger down her stomach. Over the layers of ruffles and lace. And then to her bare thigh.
She gasped and squeezed my shoulders as she held on. I watched her carefully, looking for any signs that she wanted me to stop, but there weren’t any. So I explored the soft skin of her thighs at the top where it wasn’t covered by the stocking. Her skin was soft, silky, and as hot as fire.
She thrust her hips forward, and I stroked back and forth, hypnotically, each time getting closer and closer to that sweet pussy. And when I cupped her there, palming the moist length of her panties, she let out a squeal.
God, her skin was hot. It nearly burned my hand. But I didn’t want to stop, and neither did she. She grinded her hips against my hand, and I let one finger slide under the fabric of her panties.
Hailey bit her lip, and she was so fucking sexy. She squirmed against my hand as I stroked back and forth. My read was that she was wet and ready for more. She whimpered when I found her clit, circling it teasingly. Then I backed off, teasing my finger up and down her folds. When she was practically vibrating with need, I moved to her clit again, circling it and flicking across it, providing different sensations.
She clutched my shoulders, her breasts still bare and her lips swollen and red. Her hair was coming out of the updo she’d had, and she looked sexy as fuck.
With the tip of my finger, I gently explored her entrance, and she gasped. I would have bet a million bucks that this was virgin territory—literally. So I didn’t let my finger slip in too far. I just circled her opening, stretching her little wider each time while she flooded my hand with evidence of her desire.
“Please, Theo,” she whispered.
I angled her body a little toward the side, and now I could press just a little way inside her tight channel with my index finger while I worked her clit with my thumb.
She squeezed my shoulders so hard that it almost hurt, but I didn’t care. She was close and I couldn’t wait to see the moment her body exploded with pleasure.
Whimpering, her breathing labored, she nonetheless looked me in the eye, and it was fucking hot, maintaining eye contact while my fingers drove her crazy.
She writhed around like a livewire, and it was fucking gorgeous as I worked her harder. She had a death grip on my shoulder, and I knew she was close.
“Fuck, Hailey, you are so fucking beautiful. No, don’t close your eyes. Watch me when you come, baby.”
Gasping for air, she nodded frantically, and I felt her legs tremble. I pressed down on her clit with the pad of my thumb, circled it, and then caught her soft labia between my fingers. I squeezed, and as I suspected, the little sting of pain pushed her over the edge. She cried out, her whole body shaking as she rode out the waves of pleasure. I didn’t let up, working her clit as she writhed on my lap, holding onto my shoulders for dear life, her thighs clenching around mine
Her face was red, her hair was wild as she fought to catch her breath. And then she collapsed against my chest, all her strength leaving her. I held her close, patting her back, running my fingers through her hair telling her how amazing she was. How brave and courageous she’d been to come to me like this… and how it was one of the best surprises of my life.
All over-the-top sentiments, but all true. I’d never met a girl who’d been through the things she had—yet still cared more for others than for herself.
She clung to me for a long time, her face buried on my shoulder, her hair spilling over my arm. Then I stood, picking her up and carrying her over to the bed. Not to take things further, but because she deserved a warm comfortable place to rest after all of that.
I set her on the bed, and she turned on her side, her arm under her head as she looked up at me. I sat down next to her and stroked her arm. Touched her cheek. Smoothed her hair away from her face.