Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 404(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Mmmm!” she squeals under her breath as her pussy snaps and clamps, almost breaking my fingers in half. “Ooooh!”
“Quiet sweetheart,” I warn again, my cock punching at my fly. “Shhhh.”
When it’s over, Eliza shudders, then melts against me, face hidden in my neck.
“Oh my god,” she says, voice shaking. “That was—”
I pull my hand out with a slight sucking sound, wipe it on the linen napkin, and take a long pull of wine. “You have no idea how bad I want you right now, sweetheart. You were beautiful coming on my hand like that.”
Eliza looks at me, cheeks flushed, lips stained with chocolate and lust. “Then what are you waiting for?”
She slides out of the booth, stands, and holds out her hand. “Let’s go.”
I toss a handful of cash on the table, don’t even check the total. Then, the naughty girl leads me to the back hallway, past a door marked STAFF ONLY. There’s a storage closet, barely big enough for both of us, and she pulls me inside, shutting the door with her back.
Then, Eliza does the naughtiest thing ever. The young woman bends over, pulling her skirt up to show off the round orbs of her bottom. She reaches both hands around and pulls those ivory cheeks apart, displaying her pink, swollen pussy and winking asshole.
“Put it in, Daddy,” she breathes. “Either hole because I’m ready.”
That’s all she has to say. I’m on her like an animal, thrusting my cock inside that tiny twat in one powerful move. I’m so big that Eliza’s literally lifted onto her toes, gasping as she struggles to take my size.
“Oh Daddy,” the young girl moans. “Ooooh yes.”
I fuck her, slow at first, then faster, harder, until the shelves rattle and the mop bucket clatters to the floor. She holds onto a broom, big breasts swaying as she’s ruthlessly fucked from behind.
We’re both close—so close—and I slam into her, again and again, until Eliza shudders, cunt spasming around me, with a shrill scream.
“Unnh!” she cries out, head lifted and blonde hair rippling over her back. “Oh oh oh!”
At the same time, I let go, emptying into her with a groan as gallons of jizz spill into that tight, warm cunt.
Afterwards, we pause in the darkness, bodies tangled, both panting and sated.
“Best dinner date ever,” she says, before moving forwards and letting my huge cock slip out of her cunt. It’s shiny and veiny, coated in a mix of her cream and my jizz, and when she stands, a gush of semen splatters from her hole onto the floor.
“Oh no!” she whispers.
I chuckle. “The janitor won’t know.”
She giggles, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and then straightens her dress, hair wild but beautiful.
“I hope not,” she murmurs with a smile. “But I don’t want to be here when he sees it.”
With that, we step out, and thank fuck but the hallway is empty. Then, clasping her hand, I walk out of the restaurant with Eliza, who appears sated, beautiful, and so feminine. There’s still chocolate on her lips, and I kiss it off, slow and deep.
“Where to next?” she asks, eyes glowing softly.
I grin, the world wide open and full of trouble.
“My bed, sweetheart. Where else?”
The leap of her pulse in that slim throat tells me everything I need to know because I want this woman, and she wants me … and for tonight, that’s more than enough.
7
CHAPTER 7 – DOUBLE TROUBLE
Eliza
There’s a certain ridiculousness to walking up to a man’s house holding a small bouquet of dandelions I yanked from the curb because men are supposed to bring flowers for women, and not the other way around. But I know that the smallest touch of irreverence makes Jack Landry’s blue eyes crinkle with pleasure, and I want to see that. I want to make him laugh, make those blue eyes gleam, and then to watch him moan as I milk his cock with different parts of my body. After all, I haven’t seen Jack for a week now, and it’s been pure torture.
Still, I went on with my life after our date at the museum. I spoke with my colleagues, and got lots of work done. I had dinner with my parents, and politely excused myself after meals. I even did a couple camming sessions, much to the satisfaction of my customers who haven’t seen as much of me as of late. They don’t know it, but it’s because of Jack. I just can’t seem to derive as much satisfaction from camming when I’m thinking only of one man. Yet my lover has no idea about my secret job, and I have no intention of telling him… for now at least.
But I put that troubling thought out of my mind because I’m excited for our date tonight. Jack’s invited me to his home, which feels like an intimate gesture, opening new vistas to our relationship. As I stroll up the walkway, I take in his abode. The house is classic and compact: one-story, flat-roof, a rectangle set deep into its lot with minimal landscaping and three American flags visible from the front walk. I spot a solar-powered security cam, a tiny “beware of dog” sign (he has no dog), and a row of pebbles meant to trip up would-be prowlers. No curtains—he thinks that’s for cowards—but the windows are so clean you could surgically operate on the glass.