Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“On your knees, princess,” he groaned. “Show me that sexy fucking ass.”
I gasped, and before I knew it, I was slowly, moving onto my knees, facing away from him. Channing groaned, and I could feel the car lurch forward.
“Spread yourself, Everly. Show me that pretty pink pussy.”
I moaned as I pulled my skirt up over my ass, thanking the heavens for Channing’s tinted windows on the old Charger. I shivered as I showed him everything, and when I reached back to spread myself wide for him, a pulse of raw desire roared through me.
I liked being his bad girl — the dirty, filthy version of me that had been hiding inside the good girl exterior for so long. But he brought it out of me — he brought that side out of me and made it come alive.
Channing’s fingers teased over my pussy, and I cried out as the car roared out of the city, taking the roads back to my house. He curled them deep inside, easing in and out of me, and pushing the cum he’d pumped into me in and out as well, making me feel so fucking dirty. His thumb teased over my clit, and as he started to finger my little pussy faster, I clung to the armrest of the seat, moaning in pleasure.
“Fuck you have such a gorgeous pussy,” he groaned, his fingers pumping in and out of me. I could feel myself moving towards that edge, and I knew I was close, but I wanted more.
I wanted more of him.
He growled in frustration as I pulled away from him, but when I turned around and bent over his lap with my ass up in the air, his eyes burned fiercely. I took his hand, pulled a finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.
“Fuck, Everly,” Channing groaned, his jaw grinding as he watched me be such a bad girl for him. I tugged his arm over, pushing his hand onto my back and pushing it further back, until he got the idea. His hand slid over my ass, grabbing it possessively as my fingers found his zipper.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside and curled it around his thickening cock. His own hand slid down over my ass, his fingers finding my pussy from behind like he had back in his office.
“Says the man playing with his step-sister’s pussy,” I purred right back. Channing chuckled deeply, but when I pulled his cock free of his pants, he groaned.
God he was so big. My jaw dropped seeing him again this close, stroking him slowly. I pumped my hand up and down his big cock, watching as thick, clear drops of precum trickled from the head and leaked over my hand. His fingers eased inside of me as he expertly drove on, his eyes on the road but his hand exploring me.
I opened my mouth, eased over him, and then sank my lips down around his big, thick cock.
Channing groaned.
He hissed in pleasure, his fingers pushing deep inside of me as I swallowed his cock. I moaned around him, not even getting that much of him inside, but swirling my tongue around him anyways. I wrapped both of my other hands around his shaft, and I started to stroke him as I sucked on his swollen head, letting my lips slide over it again and again.
Channing’s fingers plunged into my slick pussy, curling against that sweet spot just inside and making me moan like crazy around his thick shaft. I sucked him harder, bobbing my head up and down his big dick as he made my pussy leak my cream all over his hand.
“Everly, we’re close, hang—”
“Mm-mm,” I shook my head no as I started to slurp on him deeper, and faster, bobbing my head up and down and swirling my tongue around his crown. I could feel his muscles clenching tight, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing even harder.
“Princess, you keep that up—”
“Come in my mouth, Channing?” I moaned, pulling off of him to look him in the eyes as I stroked his slippery, glistening cock. “I want you to.”
I dropped my mouth back to his cock as we pulled onto my street. We were close, and I knew it was risky, even with the tinted windows. But I couldn’t stop now. Wanting to taste him had been in the letter. Wanting to — I think as I put it “swallow every drop of his cum” — was literally something I’d written to him, even if I never thought he’d see it.
…And I was about to make good on that.
I hummed around his big, throbbing, yummy cock, sucking and slurping and stroking as I felt him swell even bigger.
“You want to swallow my cum, princess?” he growled, the car lurching as he stomped on the gas, making my pulse race.