Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 548(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
I kept pumping. “I dreamed of this moment in my darkest hours,” I rasped as I stilled. My cock released its last jets in her mouth, then stopped twitching. I kept Amelia’s head in place so my cock filled her mouth as it slowly softened. I shuddered in another wave of pleasure as some of my release trickled out of the corner of her lips. Then down her chin. “Beautiful,” I crooned as I untangled my fingers from her ponytail and stroked her hair. Amelia pulled back, releasing my cock from its pleasurable confines. She swallowed, then licked her swollen ruby lips. A flush tinged her cheeks. I wiped my cum off her chin and lips, then reached down between her legs and wiped it across her swollen clit. Her eyes were clouded with desire and the hint of anger. Both turned me on as nothing had ever before.
The first fight had ended with the death of one fighter. A clean-up crew hosed down the fighting pit.
“Second fight,” the announcer said. I circled her clit until the anger was erased by lust, then I pulled my hand away.
“Come,” I told Amelia, holding out my hand for her to take. I pulled her to her feet. Below us, the fighting had resumed, grunts and pants carried up. “Turn around and brace yourself on the railing. They can only see your face and upper body.” Amelia frowned, but did as directed. She was already well prepped from my clit ministrations and didn’t need much prompting. Her elegant fingers curled around the railing, and she propped her ass toward me as she leaned forward. Her body tensed as a pained groan sounded in the pit. I reached under the hem of her dress, cupping a firm ass cheek and squeezing hard before I slid lower, following the curve to the apex between her thighs. I slid my middle finger along the sopping wet crease of her panties, making her arch her back, but retracted my hand before the pleasure could manifest. She tossed me a disbelieving look over her shoulder. I lifted her skirt and draped it over her back. It was a sight I’d hope to see in my last moments on earth.
She stiffened, her gaze darting back to the pit below as if she worried anyone could see her from their vantage point. Even if they did, it was irrelevant. One of them would be dead after this fight, and the other would fight me at the end of the night and be dead then. They would carry the view of Amelia to the grave with them. Amelia’s white panties were wet with her need for release. I tugged them down her slim legs, letting them pool by her feet. Then I enjoyed the view of her jutted out ass. I could see her pussy peeking out between those pretty thighs. I slapped her ass hard once, leaving a red hand-shaped imprint on milky skin.
She shot me an indignant look. “What did I do?”
“It was a mere warning. I can sense your petulance.”
Her fingers on the railing tightened as I rubbed her ass cheeks, then parted them to look at the pretty rosette I’d teased once before. My mouth watered thinking about it. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over it. I wanted to wet it. I circled her puckered hole for a while, enjoying her breathy gasps. I needed more. I extended my tongue and entered her. My eyes closed as I fucked her slowly with my tongue. She felt impossibly tight. I moved back and slid my thumb between her folds, gathering her juices, then rubbed them over her back entrance. I pushed my thumb into her. Amelia let out a shuddery groan and widened her stance, giving me an even better view of her pussy as she tried to get used to the feeling of my finger inside her back hole.
Her clit was desperate for attention, but today was about punishment and learning patience. Her eyes fluttered shut as I established a slow rhythm with my thumb, then switched to a gentle circle. A soft moan sounded, making my dick twitch. I was already ready to spill my cum in Amelia again, but this time, I’d claim her back entrance, the last of the firsts she owed me. With my thumb on her puckered opening, I reached down with my index finger and parted her folds, sliding up until I brushed her desperate clit. Pushing my thumb into her ass, I circled her button lightly until her pelvis began to rock against my touch for more friction. My cock was already rock hard again from staring at her glistening pussy and tight ass. Precum glistened on my head, and I swiped it all over to slick myself up. Not enough.