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)
“Good,” I say. “Now bend over.”
She hesitates, but obeys. She leans forward, hands braced on the seat, ass high in the air. I take a dozen more shots, each one more explicit than the last. She’s soaked, the evidence clear in the bright light.
“Spread yourself,” I command, and to my satisfaction, Kayleigh doesn’t hesitate. She’s so comfortable with me that she does immediately, two fingers on each side of her labia, opening herself to the camera.
“Oh fuck,” I groan. “Shit, you’re gorgeous.”
She makes a noise, a whimper, but holds the pose.
I shoot until my memory card is full, then set the camera down.
She’s trembling on the stool, her hair wild, her skin marked with red from where the seat cut into her thighs.
I walk to her, cup her face in both hands, and kiss her hard. She melts, lips parting, and I feel the panic bleed out of her body.
I break the kiss, then grab her by the waist and turn her to face the mirror along the side wall.
“Look at yourself,” I say. “Look how sexy and beautiful you are.”
She does. She sees herself: flushed, lips swollen, eyes huge and dark. Her body is a study in contrasts—soft and innocent with those sloping shoulders and narrow waist, but utterly debauched with her large tits and slick pussy.
I grab the camera again and shoot her reflection, the image doubling in the glass.
Then I walk her to the low white sofa in the corner. I push her over the sofa arm so that her face is buried in the cushion, her feet dangling off the floor and kneel in back of her. Then, I pull her legs apart, and kiss up the inside of her thighs.
She whimpers, then arches her back, her eyes closed.
“Ahhhh!” is her muffled cry. “Oh oh oh!”
I tease her for a long minute, tongue just barely grazing her slit, before holding her cheeks wide open.
“Shit, you have such a slutty cunt and fuckable ass,” I rasp before dipping my tongue to lick her butthole. “Goddamn, you taste good.”
She wails, her rosebud clenching beneath my mouth before I lick her there again, making her shudder at the taboo touch. Slowly, I work a finger into her asshole, first one knuckle and then all the way in.
“Fuck,” I grind out. “Your butt’s sucking my finger in like it’s hungry. Is this what my little buttslut wants? To be fucked in the ass by a big cock while you scream? Your pussy’s sopping, you little fuckslut. Goddamn.”
Then, I lick her pussy again before popping my finger out of her asshole and standing to pull my own shirt off. My pants are gone in an instant, my cock hard and leaking. She stares at it, mesmerized.
“Cat got your tongue?” I rasp, blue eyes glinting while fisting the huge, veiny length.
“I … ah…” she stammers, still staring at my fuckrod.
“Don’t worry, it’s going in all the way right where you need it,” I growl before reaching over to the credenza, opening a drawer, and pulling out a bottle of lube.
She gasps again, eyes wide.
I coat my fingers, then smear it along the crack of her ass, working slowly, circling the tight ring with steady, even pressure.
She wriggles, but doesn’t say no. In fact, she’s breathing so fast I worry she might pass out.
I work a finger inside, then two, stretching her open. She cries out, then bites her lip to keep from making more noise. Slowly, I begin stirring my fingers in that tight butthole, first clockwise, and then counterclockwise.
“I have to loosen you, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Otherwise this pretty asshole is going to be all torn up and you won’t be able to sit.”
She moans, burying her face in the couch cushion as her pussy melts into my hand.
“You ever done this?” I ask, voice low. “You ever let a man take you here?”
She shakes her head, blonde hair sticking to her cheek.
“You know I haven’t,” she whispers raggedly, her face flushed with pleasure, butt high in the air. “You’re the first.”
A rush of possession surges through my veins again.
“Good, because you’re Daddy’s personal fuckdoll,” I say, and add more lube. “You belong to me.”
The statement hangs in the air, ringing with truth. Kayleigh moans again as I do one last scissor of my fingers within her asshole, and when I finally line myself up, she’s trembling, but her body is loose, and as ready as it can be.
I push in, slow at first, just the head. She gasps, then tenses, but I keep going, steady and relentless, until I’m buried to the hilt in her rectum.
She sobs out a single breath, and I pause, letting her adjust.
“You’re doing perfect,” I say, voice thick. “Beautiful, baby.”
She nods, tears streaking down her face, but her hands grip the cushions as her small body strains to accommodate my big one.