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)
She closes her eyes, as if hoping the darkness will save her.
“No, open, sweetheart,” I rasp. “I want you to see what I do to you.”
Her eyes fly open, and I chuckle deep in my chest, a half moan that makes her blush. Then, I lower my head and start with her pussy. I lick her slowly, savoring the taste, the heat, the little tremors that run through her legs every time my tongue flicks her clit. She tries to rock toward me, but I hold her down with one hand, pressing her hips into the cushions.
“Stay still,” I say, and she whimpers, but obeys.
I work her, slow and patient, letting the tension build. Her breath comes in little gasps now, her grip on the laces desperate. I circle her clit, then suck it, then move lower, teasing the entrance with the tip of my tongue. She makes a broken sound, a sob or a laugh, I can’t tell.
“Oh!” Kayleigh keens helplessly. “Mmmm!”
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I rasp. “You’re my little fuckslut and you're about to get your butt checked for its cherry. You ready for that?”
After a while, I move lower. I run my tongue down, over the tender skin of her ass, and press it against her knot of her asshole.
She yelps, a high, desperate sound. “Trevor, no—oh my god—”
But I don’t stop. I push my tongue in, working it slowly, letting her get used to the invasion. She’s tight as a fist, but her body yields after a moment, the muscles fluttering. I swirl my tongue in a circle, then pull back, just to see her reaction.
She looks down at me, face wild, lips trembling.
“Oh my god,” she pants.
I grin like a motherfucking animal.
“Relax,” I growl, “This is part of the exam.”
She shakes her head, but she’s so aroused now she can barely speak.
I keep going, alternating between her pussy and her ass, licking and sucking, never in a hurry. Her thighs start to shake, the muscles jumping, and she makes little whimpering noises every time my tongue penetrates her ass.
At one point, I pause and look up.
“Still nothing,” I say, feigning disappointment. “You really are an anal virgin.”
She laughs, a crazy, broken sound, tears in her eyes. “That’s not— That’s not how it works, Trevor—”
I grin, slow and deliberate. “Believe what you want, but you’re clean. There’s no semen back there.”
Then I go back down, working her harder, faster, until she’s sobbing openly, loving the feel of my tongue deep in her rectum.
“That’s it,” I moan. “You’re my little whore, sweetheart. The one who loves being tongue-fucked in the ass. The one who’s dying to be fucked for real back here by a big cock, isn’t that right?”
By now, Kayleigh’s insensate and can’t answer, still holding her legs over her head while gripping her shoelaces.
“Mmmm!” she keens. “Oooo oh oh oh!”
I grin and suck her clit, licking her asshole again, and feel her body tense, the muscles in her legs spasming as the orgasm builds. She pulls so hard on the laces they nearly snap.
Then it happens, and it’s utterly beautiful.
“Ooooh!” she wails. “Fuck me Daddy, fuck me, fuck me! Lick my asshole and put your cock in!”
She comes like a banshee, arching off the couch, heels straight up in the air, a scream torn from her throat as her rectum spasms on my tongue.
“Unnnh!” she screams again. “Mmmm, more more more!”
I do the honors and keep going, licking and sucking that spasming knot, riding her through every aftershock until she collapses, legs spread, body limp and ruined. Her asshole continues to flex like it’s breathing, and I press a kiss to it before sitting back on my heels and wiping my mouth.
“You were phenomenal, sweetheart. A real fuckdoll who’s going to love being fucked in the ass.”
She’s wrecked: eyes glassy, hair stuck to her face, skin blotched with color, breasts still heaving.
But I’m still hungry. The ache in my cock is nearly unbearable.
I rise, stand over her, and make her look at me.
“We’re not done,” I say, voice soft but unyielding. “Not by a long shot, sweetheart.”
And in the glass behind her, I catch my reflection—shirt open, hair wild, eyes black with need.
Predator, plain and simple.
And she’s my prey.
Maybe the city below is oblivious to our naughty actions. But up here, the game has just begun.
14
THE MORNING AFTER
Kayleigh
Iwake to a sheet of warm daylight and the aroma of rich espresso hitting my nostrils. I smell pancakes too, and even the faint, earthy ghost of Trevor’s cologne. But I’m not in his bed. Instead, after tonguing my anal cherry, Trevor pulled me into a massive shower and gently washed me. Of course, he touched me everywhere and I came about three times, crying out while clinging to his massive chest. But the man never claimed me with his cock. It was there of course, huge, hot, heavy and dripping, and he let me squeeze him a bit, groaning as my slim fingers closed over the veiny rod. But he never let me make him come, and he never put it into me either. I was so confused, and even more confused when he dried me off and led me to the guest bedroom to sleep on my own before closing the door. Why? Why would Trevor let himself touch and stroke me all over, worshipping my breasts, belly, pussy, and more with his lips and tongue, but not take the final step? After all, I was more than willing, panting and moaning against him while crying out his name.