Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“I’m not on birth control, Mr. Sterling, so pull out okay?”
I nod, my blue eyes gleaming.
“Of course, honey. No problem.”
What Maggie doesn’t know is that I’m turned on, knowing that there’s nothing between us. We’re obviously not using condoms, and I love knowing that she’s not on any chemicals, nor any type of prophylactic. It makes this more real, and with a low moan, I begin the push into her heavenly body.
“Fuck,” I bite out. “You’re so fucking tight!”
She lets out a low moan as her head tips back.
“It’s because you’re big,” she manages to whisper between gritted teeth. “Oooh! Slower.”
I try to feed her just an inch at a time, giving her space to stretch and accommodate me, but Maggie feels so good. She’s warm, wet, and so willing as I penetrate deep into her teenage depths.
Finally, I’m balls to the wall in the sweet girl, my enormous cock bumping against her cervix. I lean forward to press a kiss against her shoulder and whisper, “Baby, is it good for you? Are you okay?”
She nods breathlessly, squeezing me experimentally with her pussy walls, which makes a low groan tear from my chest.
“Yes, Ed,” she pants. “It feels good. Give me more.”
The buxom brunette doesn’t have to ask twice. I pull out slowly, watching as my glistening member reappears from between her pussy lips and then ease in once more. Maggie’s literally on her tiptoes now, straining to accommodate my length, but she’s able to do it.
“I knew you could stretch,” I rasp approvingly while rubbing my hand up and down her sinuous back before smacking one large butt cheek. “You’re young, honey, and you’re taking it like a champ now.”
She presses her cheek to the cold counter, her hands balling into fists.
“You just feel so good, Mr. Sterling,” she breathes once more. “Mmm, yes, touch me there.”
I push in once more, making her eyes flutter shut, and soon, we’re going at it fast, hard and deep in the kitchen. She cries my name over and over again as my balls begin to rise, my thighs taut and abs clenching as we begin to summit the cliff.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” I rasp. “Oh fuck, it’s coming. SHIT!”
Hot jets of seed pour out of my cock, spraying her interior walls as Maggie lets out a scream, her pussy convulsing violently with orgasm. She cries out, twisting her nipples in her hands before wrenching around to look at me even as her cunt flexes with pleasure.
“Mr. Sterling!” she squeals. “Pull out, pull out! You said you’d pull out!”
But it’s too late because my balls are already emptying into the sweet girl. I roar again while pumping ropes of hot seed into her pulsing wetness, gripping her hips tight in place even as my eyes roll back with pleasure.
“FUCK!” I shout. “Oh shit!”
Maggie moans too, her form wracked with tremors as she experiences a full-body orgasm. Her brown curls bounce as her head flies back, back stiff as semen spurts into her receptive form.
“Oohhhh,” she moans again. “That feels so good.”
Finally, after what feels like eons of uninterrupted pleasure, we both collapse, panting and heaving. I press a kiss to her back and murmur in her ear.
“You were amazing, sweetheart.”
Maggie cranes her head to look at me.
“But you didn’t pull out, Mr. Sterling.”
I grimace.
“I know, and I’m sorry, honey. But is it your time? Are you fertile right now?”
She shakes her head.
“I don’t think so because I just got my period last week, but I’m only eighteen,” she whispers. “I’m of peak child-bearing age and really, even a drop is enough.”
I grimace again while pulling out of her slick folds. Right on cue, a huge gush of male seed runs out of her sweetness, and unable to resist, I bend forward to kiss her there.
“Mr. Sterling!” she squeals. “Oh my god!”
“It’s okay, baby girl,” I rasp while tonguing her hole. “This all belongs to me now, so just relax.”
She moans, pressing her cheek against the cold counter once more as I sample my own cream pie. Some people might say it’s dirty, but there’s nothing that I love more than kissing a woman’s freshly fucked cunt, especially if she’s just taken a huge load of mine. Maggie mewls and twists beneath my ministrations, alternately gasping and begging, her body so receptive to my loving. But that’s what she doesn’t realize. She’s mine to enjoy now, and this is only the beginning.
5
Maggie
I’m in a daze, staring at the wall in the cafeteria, my food untouched. I don’t hear the clamor and noise of my fellow students around me, nor do I hear the clink of utensils, or even the clatter of breaking plates as two people run into each other with their trays by the door. Instead, I only hear Ed whispering in my ear while he holds me in his arms after another round of mind-blowing sex.