Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 49888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
“How am I doing?” she asks as I crawl in beside her.
“I’m supposed to ask you that,” I scold her gently. “How are you doing?”
She takes a deep breath, smiling and letting her eyes roll back for just a moment.
“I am in heaven,” she purrs.
“Really?” I challenge her as I roll her nipple between my fingers until it turns into a hard, rose-colored candy.
“Really,” she sighs.
“But you didn’t come yet,” I remind her.
“Oh,” she winces shyly. “Don’t worry about that… I don’t usually come from, you know… Not from sex. Not directly.”
“Oh really?” I smile, dipping down to roll my tongue around her nipple.
She shudders with delight.
“I love it, though,” she assures me. “I don’t have to come every time.”
“Oh, darling,” I answer, running my thumb along her lower lip, loving the way she opens her mouth for me. “You have to come every time with me, you got that?”
“No, really,” she continues. “I mean—”
“I will show you.”
Before I can hear any more objections from her, I roll her over on the bed so that she’s facedown. Grabbing a pillow, I wedge it under her arms so she can hang on, because she is going to need to hang on. Reaching around, I slide my fingers into her sex from the front as I line myself up against her sweet hole from the back.
I remind myself to pause, for just a second. The first pressure of my cock head against her pussy hole is so delicious, I don’t want to drive right past it and forget to savor it. This is good.
I feel her just opening, just beginning to welcome my entrance. The flesh slowly parts to slide over the head of my cock, wet and inviting. But as I enter, I shift my weight on top of her to pin her to the bed. This slides my cock head right against her G-spot, as I use the heel of my hand from the outside to grind my dick against her front wall.
“Ohh, OOOOHHH!” she calls out as the sensation hits her.
“Yeah, that’s right,” I encourage her, breathing into her ear from behind as she begins to wriggle underneath me, trembling and panting. “I am going to fuck you until you come, Olivia.”
If I expected her to be shy, I was wrong. She twists and rocks underneath me as I bury my cock in her, while my hand works her clit from the front. In moments, she is rocking, gasping, clasping my cock with her pussy lips as she works her clit against my fingers. I feel her gushing, then feel the sweat break out over her skin.
“Fuck, yeah.... AAHHHHHHH!” She cries out, digging her fingers into the pillow I placed underneath her, the fabric bunching between her fingers.
That is just what I needed. That extra shot of warmth and wetness drives me right over the edge. I let loose, pounding her pussy so hard that the sound of our bodies slapping together is like music. She sucks the cum out of me, vacuuming the load right from my balls. I empty myself into her. Coming in wave after wave of hot, spurting jizz.
I don’t want to go totally under, but it is so hard. Fuck, that felt amazing. And yet, I know she turned to jelly. I want to see the look on her face. I keep myself awake by stroking her soft, downy shoulders as she shivers beneath me.
“Jesus, what was that?” I hear Trigger behind me.
“I guess the old man has a couple of moves,” Stephan answers, and I hear more than a hint of jealousy in his voice.
Gently I lift the hair from the back of her neck and blow across the damp hairline. She shivers and giggles deeply.
“Oh my God,” she sighs breathlessly. “Oh my God! What was that?”
“Oh, did you come?” I ask innocently. “I thought you didn’t—”
She twists to stare at me over her shoulder, squinting in theatrical accusation.
“What on earth did you just do to me?” she growls, sounding anything but innocent.
“Does that mean you liked it?”
She purses her lips. “I’m not sure…” she says mischievously. “Can we try it again? Just to check?”
“Probably not tonight,” I admit. Those twenty-two-year-old days are long gone.
Sighing, she stretches luxuriously. I love all the curves of her body, and the brazen way she shows them off. I run my hands over them as she moves, and she practically purrs in response. Then she flops over onto her stomach and her butt jiggles.
“Okay, next time,” she nods, then glares at me in challenge. “Assuming I passed your test? Did I?”
I check over my shoulder, looking at Stephan and Trigger one last time. They both nod avidly.
“Yes. There will definitely be a next time.”
“Good,” she nods sleepily.
“Yes, good,” I agree. It is good. Could it be good? It might be good.