Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Jesus. Her mouth is even softer than I imagined, even more plush, even sweeter. I feel her stiffen, and she starts to say something, but then, as I hoped and prayed, Lucy relaxes into the kiss. I slip my tongue past her lips and the softest moan eases its way from her mouth into mine.
“Brandon,” she murmurs, pulling away just enough for me to see her dark eyes blaze with desire.
She’s hooked, and so am I.
Our kisses become more insistent, and more desperate. I bring my arms around her and slip my hands under her shirt, moving them against the warm skin of her back. She moans in response; her hands are on the sides of my face, her fingers curling themselves into my hair. My heart is pounding, but I feel hers stuttering too against my chest, as I pull her even closer. This is it, I remind myself with incredible satisfaction. This is really fucking happening. Even if it doesn’t go any further than this, it’s an experience I intend to make the most of.
Which is why I’m both shocked and elated when she murmurs, “Do you want to go to my room? My parents won’t be back for at least an hour or two.”
Holy shit. Her parents. That should stop me right there, but instead, I merely nod.
“Yes baby. Let’s go to your room.”
She smiles and takes my hand, tugging me down the hallway and into her bedroom. I would look around, but her lips are already back on mine, her arms draped over my shoulders. I gently push her backwards until she tumbles onto her bed. Then, I ravage her mouth, devouring the beautiful girl.
But I have to remember that Lucy’s inexperienced. Yes, she’s eighteen but she’s never been with a real man before, and I’m an alpha male who takes his responsibilities seriously. With that in mind, I slowly move my hand to one of her enormous breasts, over her shirt. She hums a little in approval, and encouraged, I massage the big tit, and then the other, with my fingers.
When she moans, I whisper, “How about we take your top off?”
I sit up a little when she nods, and after she removes her little yellow tee, I inhale deeply. Lucy’s not wearing a bra, and her big creamy breasts are magnificent. They’re enormous Double Ds with hard pink tips and I can’t resist. Immediately, I press my lips to a stiff crest and then dance my tongue around the nipple until she’s moaning loudly.
“Oooh Brandon,” she exhales. “Oh yes!”
I continue exploring her body with my hands and mouth, marveling at the warmth of her skin and the sheer, silken texture of her thighs. I haven’t been with an eighteen-year-old since I was in my twenties, and her skin is so creamy that it’s almost difficult to believe. “You’re gorgeous, Lucy,” I whisper while gently tugging off her shorts so that she’s clad only in a tiny pair of purple panties.
“You think?” she blushes, her hands going to cover her pussy.
But I push them away.
“Yes, absolutely baby girl. And this belongs to me, so there’s no need to be embarrassed. Let me see, sweetheart.”
In response, she giggles and removes her hands. Good, there’s a wet patch right at the center of her panties, and I lean forward to run my tongue over the damp circle.
“Oooh!” she moans again, arching her back. “That feels good!”
“I’ll make you feel even better, honey. Don’t you worry.”
Then, I cast off my clothes in seconds, and hook my thumbs in the sides of her panties. Slowly, I peel them off her legs and stop to take in the magnificence that is Lucy Church.
She’s perfect. Her slit is puffy and pink, glistening slightly under the lights. Unable to resist, I lean down and run my tongue through the swollen flesh, causing her to let out a squeal of delight.
“Oh my god!” she mewls. “What was that?”
I lift my head for a moment.
“Jasper never kissed your pussy?”
She flushes hotly.
“No,” she murmurs. “He said he was always too tired, and I never pressed him on it.”
What a little fuck. Well, my son’s loss is my gain.
“Sweetheart, getting your pussy licked by a man is one of the best things in life,” I growl. “And now, I’m going to show you how it works.”
With that, I go to town. I press her knees up so that her slit’s open and parted for me, revealing those hot pink insides. At first, Lucy’s embarrassed at the wanton position, but then she reaches down between her legs and holds her nether lips open for me, showing me her bulging clit.
“Please kiss it, Mr. Walsh,” she begs. “Please, just like you said you would.”
I do better than kiss it. I go to town, sucking deeply on that nub of flesh before circling it with my tongue. Then I alternate sucking and licking it as her juices coat my lips and throat, the essence of female desire.