Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
No, I can’t do that, can I?
“I could come to Vegas next weekend,” I suggest, not wanting to scare her. Not wanting to assume too much about how she feels. “We could get a hotel room…”
Her breathing slows.
She blinks rapidly.
I’m trying to decipher her reaction when she smiles suddenly. Like a feline.
Somehow, I know that reaction is telling. I’m just not sure in which way.
Good or bad?
Petra leans in close, perching her lips on top of mine while rubbing her pussy up and down my hard cock, slowly, slowly. “An overnight date? That’s going to cost you.” My brain is fuzz, so I don’t process her words. Not right away. And then I’m lost, because she kisses me, her tongue tangling with mine. “Although, you get a deep discount, don’t you, baby?” she whispers, riding me through my pants. “Because you make me come so hard.”
My head falls back on a moan when she starts to unbuckle my pants.
I should stop her. I should clarify what I meant.
This wouldn’t be a paid date, even if I would pay for everything.
I would be her boyfriend.
But maybe…paying is the only way to see her? Is that the reality? And I’ve been living in a fantasy land all weekend?
“You’ve controlled yourself so well today,” she purrs, delving her hand into my tuxedo pants to stroke me through my boxers. “How many hours did you spend wanting to put this inside of me?”
“All of them, princess,” I heave, raggedly. “Every minute. Every hour.”
“But you waited. Used your self-control, like I taught you.” I can’t believe my eyes or my good fortune when she slips down to her knees on the floor and begins kissing her way up my cockstand. “I think that deserves a nice reward.”
I throw a frantic glance toward the curtain.
She’s going to suck my dick right here and now? Where anyone could walk in?
When I look back down at the gorgeous princess kneeling in front of me and she shimmies her dress down to her waist, arching her back to give me a good look at her bouncy little tits, I know I don’t have a hope in hell of stopping her. No, no, I want this too bad. I’m so hard, my molars ache. “Please,” I grunt, panting. “Please, princess.”
With a feline smile, she untucks my shaft from the waistband of my boxers, gasping when it slaps up against her lips with a thick thud, my stomach hollowing and heaving just to see my dick so close to that ripe, succulent mouth.
“Oh Christ, oh Christ, Oh Christ…” I hiss, watching her lick me up, down, up, testing the head with a noisy suckle. “Huuuuuuh,” I groan, wincing at the acute pleasure.
Her eyes light up at the taste.
Light up like she’s just had her first bite of ice cream.
“Yummy,” she whispers, cramming me into her mouth with excited eyes. Eyes that remain locked on me, unraveling me, while she works my pulsating johnson in and out of her sweet, wet mouth, mewling with enjoyment. “Mmmmm.”
“Oh lord.”
“Mmmmm.”
There is no anatomical way this young girl, hell, any female, could get all those inches inside of their mouth, but damn if Petra doesn’t try. She clasps my turgid pole in her hands and slips them high and low, bathing me in deep sucks, saliva dripping off my cock, her chin, her knuckles. She is ravenous for what she’s having, her teeth even getting in the mix. Lightly scraping my sensitive ridges, her tongue working my slit.
I have no clue how I refrain from busting when she’s gobbling me down, poking herself in the throat with my tip and making me spurt, spuuuuurt until she’s coughing, my thighs jumping every which way. But I dig my fingers into her hair and hold on, manspreading and pulsing my hips up toward her mouth in the crudest fuck of a girl so innocent, but it’s instinct and she loves it, whining for more.
Sucking me harder.
My balls begin to boil and gurgle.
Oh fuck. No. I don’t want this to end.
“Petra,” I grind out. “I’m going to erupt. Come sit that little cunt on me.”
She frees my inches from her mouth, lips swollen to shit, eyes glazed over. “It’s your reward,” she murmurs, climbing up to straddle me again. “You get it how you want it.”
“Jesus,” I moan, the ache clawing into my stomach. “You’re so fucking sexy. Perfect. My perfect Petra.”
Sucking my bottom lip into her mouth, she mounts me, squeezing my shaft into her criminally narrow entrance, using my shoulders as leverage to impale herself down, all the way, biting my jaw when I’m inside to the hilt. Whispering my name.
Her hips move sensuously, her tongue running a lazy lap around the inside of my mouth. “I should be paying you for letting me ride this Daddy cock.”