Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26493 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
When I raise my head, Lucy’s eyes are closed and she’s plucking at her nipples with her hands.
“Are you ready for step two?” I rasp. “There’s more.”
Her lashes rise and she gazes languorously down at me. “Step two?” she repeats in a daze. I merely grin and lower my head between her legs again. But this time, I start at her clit and trail downwards until I’m circling her back pleats.
“Oh Mr. Walsh,” she squirms, twisting a bit under me. “Are you going to put it in me there?”
“I am,” I growl into her secret flesh. “Not today, sweetheart, but you’re going to learn how to take a man in your ass because it’s important that every woman does. I promise that it’s pleasurable, so long as it’s done right.”
She blushes bright red and looks at me again, her thighs trembling a bit.
“But you know that’s why Jasper broke up with me, right? Because Celine did anal, while I wouldn’t?”
I give her brown pucker another long, slow lick before easing my tongue inside, causing her to squeal.
“I know, but my son’s an idiot. We’ll talk more about it later, but I want you to know that this belongs to me too, sweetheart. This and this,” I say, trailing back up to her sweet pussy hole and thrusting my tongue inside.
By now, Lucy’s totally drenched, and her interior walls are already beginning to pulse.
“Oh Mr. Walsh,” she pants. “I need –”
“I know,” I growl, rising above her and notching my cock into her soft folds. “It’s coming sweetheart.”
With that, I slide in. Lucy starts at first, her eyes going wide, but then she relaxes and takes my entire length in one stroke.
“Oooooh,” she moans, her juices beginning to flow hotly. “That feels good.”
“I know it does,” I rasp, leaning forward to claim her mouth as I begin a steady rhythm in and out. She accepts my length like a champ, raising her knees to give me better access, and I slip even deeper until I’ve bottomed out against her cervix.
“Ooooh,” she moans again, breasts bobbling as the pace becomes frantic. “Yes!”
“Just hold on, baby,” I growl, staring down at the beautiful girl beneath me. “It’s coming.”
I’m half tempted to pull out and try her ass our very first time together, but to my surprise, I’m already too close to the edge. Lucy feels incredibly good, and her pussy is like a glove, soft and velvety. My balls are already beginning to rise, and stars dance before my eyes.
“Oooh!” she screams then. “Oh God!”
And with that, it happens. Her juices thicken and then her cunt contracts violently around my shaft, hot tremors squeezing my rod. I lose it too, and with a roar, I explode like a geyser inside the teen girl.
“Fuck!” I shout. “Oh shit!”
Hot lashes of seed jet into the curvy girl, even as her pussy milks me furiously. My balls continue to pump and I shoot what must be the equivalent of gallons into the lovely woman, even as she pants and moans, welcoming it all. Finally, however, we float back to Earth and I pull out, staring at the gorgeous girl’s lush form. Her breasts are still trembling, and her cunt looks swollen and pink from use. Even more, a small trickle of come escapes from her sweetness and begins seeping down her leg.
I can’t resist. I lean forward and lick it up, swiping my tongue over her clit along the way.
Lucy lets out another ecstatic squeal, her eyes wide with amazement, and I grin.
“That was amazing, honey. What did you think?”
She stares up at me in a daze, blinking slowly. But then a coy smile comes over those plush lips.
“I’m just wondering if you’re ready for Round Two,” she murmurs flirtatiously. “Wouldn’t that be a nice way to spend the afternoon, Daddy?”
It’s the word “Daddy” that gets me. Where did this saucy minx learn to talk like that? My cock stiffens immediately and with a growl, I flip the buxom brunette over onto her hands and knees, and suddenly, we’re starting all over again.
5
Lucy
It’s 6:54 p.m. and I still don’t know what to do with my hair.
This outfit was the winner after an hour of agonizing between six different options. It’s a pink t-shirt, black high-waisted shorts, and cute strappy black sandals--not that those will matter once we get the roller skates on. As usual, I kept my makeup simple, just some mascara, brow gel, and matching mauve lip gloss. But what am I supposed to do with my hair?
I plop my curls into a pile on top of my head, eyeing it critically. Then, I take it down so that it flows over my shoulders, but it doesn’t have a lot of volume today. Then, I secure half of it up and leave the rest down, but I look like a too-perky cheerleader. Finally, I put it back into a bun and tie it with a length of pink ribbon I found in my desk drawer. It’s a cute touch, but hopefully not too immature. I suddenly begin to panic. What if it looks dumb? What if I look dumb? What if…