Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“That’s what I adore about you sweetheart,” he rasps. “You’re so fucking wet all the time, with a hungry pussy that craves dick. You need Daddy’s filthy fucks to survive, and I have no idea how you even got by before I popped your cherry.”
“Oh, I managed, but barely,” I giggle. “I touched myself at night and it felt good. But yes, you’re right. Touching myself pales in comparison to being with you, Jordan, and I’m so glad I don’t have to do that anymore. But back to the original topic. What did the women do when they saw your massive member? Did they run screaming for the hills?”
“Not exactly,” he winks before popping a cherry in his mouth. “But I could tell they were really nervous. Their fluids dried up a little, and suddenly, they’d offer oral in place of pussy. But I never agreed to it. Don’t get me wrong because I love the way you suck, sweetheart, but I need cunt because there’s nothing like a woman’s swollen twat.”
“It does feel good inside,” I murmur, blushing hotly. Jordan winks at me before popping another cherry in his mouth.
“Maybe I’ll take ass in place of pussy sometimes,” he muses after a thoughtful pause. “But only on occasion, and only because your asshole is particularly tight, baby girl. Otherwise, it’s generally a no go.”
I giggle because oh my god, this man is so foul! And yet his rude words turn me on because maybe I am the slut that he describes. I can’t seem to get enough of Jordan’s dick, and crave it 24/7 now. I often feel empty if I don’t have him inside me, and my pussy will tingle and pulse with hunger, needy awareness consuming my lush curves.
Yet this is part of what has me confused.
“But that’s what I don’t get,” I begin in a plaintive voice. “Why are we having anal sex? I mean, the whole point of this is to get me pregnant, right? And I only have sixty days before my visa expires, so I don’t understand why we’re using my back button. Aren’t we just wasting time?”
Jordan looks unconcerned, popping another cherry into his mouth. The gesture is so sensual that I’m momentarily distracted, watching him savor the fruit.
“No, because I’d never call anal sex a waste of time. Fuck no, because it feels amazing,” he adds with an unconcerned shrug of those big shoulders. “Besides, variety is the spice of life. Who wants to do one thing over and over again, when a woman has a hungry butthole like yours?”
“Jordan!” I gasp, shocked and yet also titillated by his words. “Oh my god, you’re so foul!”
The billionaire shrugs, winking at me.
“It’s the truth. Like I said, your asshole is particularly raw and hungry, baby girl, and I love feeling your butt clench on my dick. You were made to be assfucked, sweetheart, and I’m glad it’s part of our repertoire. Not that I’ve ever gone without,” he remarks after a pause.
I stare at him.
“So you usually demand anal sex from your partners,” I say in a low tone.
He shrugs and then nods.
“Yeah, basically. I consider it mandatory, and let’s be honest because the girls don’t have a choice. But yeah, it’s a requirement if you want to be with me. Fortunately, you fit the bill, sweetheart,” he rasps. “You love getting your butt fucked almost as much as you love getting your pussy fucked by my big dick.”
I shake my head.
“You’re incorrigible,” I snort with laughter. “Totally impossible to talk to.”
Jordan grins, flashing those white teeth.
“When you use big words, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he drawls. “Incorrigible? What’s that?”
“Oh, you know!” I laugh, adoring the easy banter between us. “It means you’re impossible!”
“Ah ha, I see. Incorrigible is a synonym for impossible then.”
“Yes, pretty much,” I laugh while helping myself to another slice of melon. “But seriously Jordan, there’s so much I don’t understand. I thought we were trying to get pregnant, and yet you come in my ass and in my mouth all the time. Not only that, but I told you that I’m probably not in my fertile period right now. Women are only fertile for about three days of the month, and the other days, it’s just nothing.”
Jordan shrugs again.
“No, it’s not nothing, sweetheart. I’d say that women whose ovaries are drying up are only fertile three days a month. But you, baby girl, are twenty-one, ripe, and luscious. I’m sure your fertility window runs much longer than average. You’ll be knocked up in no time,” he winks.
A thrill runs down my spine because could Jordan be right? Does my relative youth give me an advantage? Probably yes, seeing that a woman’s most fertile years are allegedly her early twenties, if not her teens. But still, I’m confused.