Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
There’s a long, silent second where she doesn’t move, and I wonder if she’ll refuse. She doesn’t. She bends at the waist, hands reaching down, her ass sticking out, perfect and round, cheeks creamy and dusted with those faintest freckles, thighs parted so the folds of her pussy are visible even from here.
I sit for a moment, just taking it in. Goddamn, how did I get so lucky? I have a gorgeous young woman nude and bent over before me, her wet pussy and tight asshole on display. She’s aroused too, with female nectar seeping from her hole as her big breasts dangle, her clit just waiting to be kissed.
But I move slow. I get up and step behind her. The scent of her is stronger now: clean hair, citrus body wash, and the unmistakable hot, animal musk of a girl on the edge of losing her mind.
I place a hand gently on her lower back, then run my palm down to cup her succulent ass. Her flesh is warm and pliant, with the tense, buzzing energy of a woman barely containing herself. I knead her, then let my other hand slide along the outside of her thigh.
She gasps again.
I lean in close, my voice just above her ear.
“You know how many times I’ve thought about this?” I murmur, rolling the words over her like syrup. “How many times I’ve pictured you, spread and dripping, waiting for me to taste you, sweetheart?”
She remains still, but I know she hears me.
I drop to one knee, bring my face even with her ass, and spread her cheeks with both hands. Holy fuck! She’s open now, completely exposed, pussy lips glistening and her tight little asshole puckered and pink. I run a thumb along her slit, up and down, slow enough to be cruel. She flinches at the first touch, then pushes back against my hand, not even pretending to resist.
“You’re already so wet,” I say, and it’s the truth. My thumb comes away shiny. I rub it across her clit, slow and careful, and her knees go weak.
“Goddamn, you’re a dirty little girl. Did you think about this when you took those photos? Did you want me to see them? Or did you want me to touch you, Kayleigh?”
She’s breathing hard now, each exhale a little whimper.
“Please, Trevor,” she says, but she doesn’t finish the sentence.
I push a finger into her, slow and gentle, careful to find the right angle. There’s a tight, almost unbreakable resistance, and I know immediately: she wasn’t lying. Her hymen’s intact, and it’s waiting for my cock to break it.
“You’re tight as hell,” I rasp, letting a hint of awe into my voice. “So fucking perfect. You really haven’t let anyone in here, have you?”
She shakes her head, hair falling forward, eyes closed.
“Good girl,” I say, and begin to work her with my finger, just enough to start to loosen her up. My thumb circles her clit, patient, never fast, just enough to keep her on the edge.
“Stay still for me,” I warn, and she does, even as her hips start to twitch and rock on their own.
“Oooh, Trevor,” she wails quietly, her lashes falling shut. “Mmmm!”
With my other hand, I spread her a little wider and press another finger at the entrance, forcing two inside. She gasps, then moans, the sound raw and beautiful. I keep up the slow, insistent rhythm, opening her, stretching her just a little more with every pulse.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, voice a whisper. “You wanted Daddy to see what a good girl you are?”
She nods frantically, hands now gripping the edge of the coffee table, knuckles white as her big breasts sway. The sight of her, wrecked and needy, is almost too much.
I lean in, tongue just brushing the skin of her lower back. She shivers, and then I lean forward and lick her asshole, tasting the musk of her back door.
“Daddy!” she gasps. “That’s wrong!”
“It’s not wrong,” I rasp, licking her dark star again. “If I want you to come with my tongue in your butt, then that’s what you’re going to do sweetheart. No questions asked.”
Then, I lower my mouth to lap at her pussy, soft and slow, tasting the sharp, sweet salt of her arousal. Her thighs tremble.
“Trevor—oh god, please—” she stutters, and I can hear the desperation in her voice.
I curl my fingers inside that tight cunt, feeling for that sweet spot just behind the ridge, and press. Her whole body seizes up.
“Fuck, you’re going to come just from my fingers, aren’t you?” I say, laughing softly. “What a horny little slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” she gasps even as her pussy squeezes on my digits, another gush of fluid drenching my palm. “I’m not, Daddy!”
I merely chuckle again before licking her asshole with the flat of my tongue.