Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27572 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
But the charade must go on, and I school my features into a serious expression.
“I’ll let you know if you’re being too forceful,” I agree. “Go ahead and start.”
Avalon lifts her hands and places them delicately on my chest, right at my breastbone. Then, she begins to push rhythmically.
“One,” she huffs. “Two, three, four!”
I interrupt her.
“Sweetheart, go harder. Use more force because I hardly feel a thing.”
She nods, her expression growing intense as she focuses on her clasped hands on my chest.
“Five,” she pants. “Six, seven, eight!”
“Harder,” I growl again. “Really put your weight into it. Use everything you’ve got.”
The curvy girl pulls back for a moment, her expression confused.
“But I need to be soft with a child. They’re small and their bones are more delicate. If anything, I need to be more gentle.”
“No, no,” I respond immediately. “What you’re doing right now isn’t even enough for child CPR. It’s not going to be effective because your touch is like a butterfly’s wing. I’m serious when I say you need to go harder,” I instruct. “Be forceful. Don’t hold back.”
Avalon looks doubtful but places her hands back on my chest.
“Nine,” she pants, a light sweat breaking out on her brow. Her cheeks are rosy and she huffs with exertion. “Ten, eleven, twelve!”
I stop her again.
“Avalon, sweetheart, maybe it’s the angle but these thrusts are too weak. They’re not enough even for a child. Would it help for you to straddle me? I know we just met, but this is in the name of health and safety. Perhaps if you straddle me, you’ll be able to throw more of your weight behind the compressions and really get some leverage.”
She looks doubtful for a moment.
“I guess I can try,” she says in a low voice.
“Yes, try,” I say urgently. “Remember, this could be the difference between life and death for a child. A kid’s very existence is hanging in the balance.”
Avalon swallows hard again but then nods and lifts one knee and brings her weight over my torso so that she’s sitting on my waist. Good thing her skirt is long and loose so that it doesn’t restrict her motion. Her hot little twat is pressed up against my belly, and my cock is positioned right at the crack of her behind. Damn, this could be one way to try anal because we’re already in the right position. I’d love to see her buck naked, crying with joy as she impales her ass on my thick shaft. Would she shiver and tremble with joy, mewling softly as she enjoys the deep penetration? Or would she scream her lungs out, rattling the windows in their frames? Either way, I intend to find out.
But Avalon still has no idea what I’m up to and looks deep into my eyes before forming her hands into a fist and pressing them on my chest.
“Where were we?” she breathes.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say in a low voice. “Just start.”
“Okay, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen!” she huffs, going a little pink in the cheeks once again as her big tits swing. “Eighteen, nineteen, twenty!”
“Better,” I encourage. “I can actually feel something now.”
She pauses to shoot me a wry smile.
“That’s because your chest is as hard as stone, Mr. Carrington. Before, I couldn’t get your chest to go down even a little bit, but at least now, it goes down half an inch.”
I grin at her.
“Try to get it to go down a full inch. Compressions are actually supposed to depress the recipient’s chest by two inches, although we don’t need to do that today because a lot of times, the recipient’s ribs are broken as part of the effort. I definitely don’t want to be put in a body cast.”
Avalon smiles sassily at me.
“I doubt I could break any bones in your body,” she murmurs. “You’re built like a tank!”
I grin.
“It’s from chopping wood and hauling logs all day. Just kidding,” I smirk. “I work in the city at a boring office job, so if anything, I’m more prone to carpal tunnel and losing my eyesight. But go on.”
Avalon shakes her head with a giggle and then places her hands on my chest and starts up with the thrusting once more. “Twenty-one!” she pants. “Twenty-two! Twenty-three!”
That’s when I realize that the sweet girl is turned on. There’s a musky, slightly salty scent wafting towards my nostrils, and it’s the unmistakable fragrance of aroused pussy. Yes, my little Av is creaming hotly into her panties, and I grunt, my cock straining at my jeans.
“Keep going,” I rasp. “You’re doing great.”
The young blonde is sweating now, even as she labors with her thrusts.
“Twenty-eight!” she puffs. “Twenty-nine, thirty!”
“Perfect,” I rasp. “Now for the mouth to mouth.”
She’s panting a bit, staring at me with wide blue eyes as that big bust heaves up and down. She leans forward a bit, the neckline of her sweatshirt gaping, and then places a soft, sweet kiss on my mouth that rocks me to my bones. I thought I’d be dealing with a hot slut, and in some ways, Avalon is a hot slut. She was sent here by Sweet Lies, so there’s no doubt of her innate character.