Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“Give it to me,” she coos. “Take me, Reed.”
That does it. I’m on my knees in back of her in a second, burrowing my tongue into her dark hole. The suddenness of my gesture surprises the blonde and she jolts a bit with surprise before letting out a wail of ecstasy.
“Oooh yes!” she cries while leaning forward to give me better access. “Unnh, that feels good!”
I can hardly believe this is happening. Well, I can believe I’m doing this because I adore curvy women, full stop. But when Cat appeared on my doorstep this evening as my twin’s date, I certainly didn’t envision tasting her brownie as she mewled and cried my name. I thought I’d politely nod at her, and then maybe see her again in six months.
But instead, things have taken a left turn. My twin is out of the picture after his disastrously bad judgment, and now, the curvy girl is all mine. Cat lets out another throaty moan as I burrow my tongue into her dark tunnel, and her kitty gushes hotly. Unable to resist, I delve downwards to swipe wetly at those swollen folds.
“Reed!” she screams. “Oh god, yes!”
I chuckle while giving her hard nub a bite.
“You like that don’t you, my little girl? You want some more of that?” Her sweet button answers me on its own because it’s huge and stiff, at least two inches from arousal. It juts out from between her puffy folds like a mini-sword, ready to be sucked.
I lean forward and catch it between my lips, suckling on her button. She moans and presses her cheek against the carpet while her hands scrabble futilely at the floor.
“Oooh,” she moans again as a gush of wetness pours down my throat. “Yes.”
The time has come. I get up behind her, kneeling in back of that huge heart-shaped bottom. My hands grip her waist, but then I pause for a moment.
“Are you sure, Catherine? We don’t have to do this. You don’t owe me or my brother anything.”
She merely moans again into the carpet, her lush form trembling with need.
“No, I want it Reed. I want you to take my ass cherry because it’s going to make everything right. Put it in, big boy,” she says throatily.
“Sweetheart, I’ll do that for you but you’re too small to try back there right now. Let me get myself lubed up in you first okay? How would you like it right here?” I ask, nudging my tip gently against her moist hole.
She lets out another throaty moan and parts her knees even wider.
“Yes, do it there first then,” she says. “But now, Reed. I need you so bad.”
A rictus of a smile decorates my face as slowly, I edge my shaft into her pulsing folds. Fuck, she’s so tight and hot and wet. She squirms while being penetrated and I love watching my thick muscular pole disappear into her tiny opening.
“Mmmm,” is her delicate moan. “Oh god.”
“You’re doing great,” I rasp. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.”
Cat is insanely small inside, and I have to press, but soon my entire ten inches is buried in her tiny cavity. I begin to ease myself out, and can see how her kitty clings to me, showing their pink insides as I drag myself out.
“Baby, you have dog,” I rasp. “Did you know that?”
Catherine’s delirious with pleasure and her lashes flicker dazedly.
“I’m sorry? Did you mean cat? A lot of people call me Cat sometimes.”
I chuckle low in my throat while slowly easing myself back into her, the pleasure rocketing to my brain in a shaft of pure desire.
“No sweetheart, I mean dog. When I pull out of you, your pussy flesh clings to me like it doesn’t want me to go. I wonder if your ass is going to be the same way.”
She moans and mewls again, barely registering my words.
“Do you want to try now?” is her pant.
I look down as I pull out once more. Satisfyingly, Catherine has juiced so much that her female nectar coats my shaft in a shiny layer of goo.
“Yeah, you’ve gotten me all wet, sweetheart. Let’s go for the back door now.”
Slowly, I pull myself out and then swipe with a finger through her folds again before going up to her back button. She tenses when I stroke her pleats but then relaxes a bit and presses her cheek to the floor once more.
“Oh my god,” she pants. “That feels so wrong!”
“It does,” I growl. “But it’s going to feel even better when I’m in you deep back here.”
Tenderly, I finger her open, feeling her back walls relax a bit as they get used to a man’s touch.
“Are you ready, baby?” I rasp. “It’s coming.”
Catherine doesn’t answer, instead lifting her generous rump higher in the air. I chuckle because this sweet girl is obviously enjoying herself, and I’m pleased. Slowly, I nudge her back hole with my tip and there’s a bit of resistance. But the pressure continues, and soon her pleats ease open a bit so that my shaft gets in about an inch.