Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Maybe she’s right.
Maybe I’m lacking self-control.
“So be it,” I mutter thickly, reaching for her hips.
I drag her backward along my chest, kicking and screaming, until her cheeks part for my face. I pant and growl like a dog, ripping the strip of her thong in two with my teeth. Rubbing my tongue against the small opening, astonished to find she tastes like cinnamon in back, too! I clamp my arms around her lower back and hold her stationary while she struggles, eating her tight little asshole until she starts to whimper and mewl, squirming on my chest.
“Stop this right now,” she moans, grinding back into my licks. “Control yourself.”
“No,” I shout, taking a bite of her right ass cheek, then getting back to that heavenly hole, so slick and untouched. “I don’t need a condom to fuck it.”
“Don’t you dare,” she screams.
I’m sitting up and flipping Petra over face down on the bed before I know my own mind. I haven’t got a thread of composure. Not a single one. Not with the swells of her ass so pert and jiggly, so tempting, that tight little hole between them. Calling to me.
“Petra.” Wincing, sweating, I lift my heavy, distended cock out of my briefs and settle myself behind her, my knees open on either side of her hips. “Let me take this ass.”
She hits me with a warning look over her shoulder, her cheek pressed firmly to the bed. Her mouth open, lips swollen from being chewed. “I’m warning you, Barry.”
I tuck the head of my dick up against her hole, my head going dizzy over how close I am. How close I am to giving Petra anal. “Warning me what?”
I have to lean all the way down to hear her, my cock wedged between the cheeks of her ass, my hips humping, humping, already on the verge of exploding. And then in a whisper, she says, “I’m warning you that you better fuck it deep, big boy.”
The next minute of my life is a blur.
Sound cuts out in my ears. There’s only a shrill ring once my cock is occupying her ass. Once she moans and says, “Oh! It feels huge. It feels good.” Calling me horny would be laughable. I’m all but foaming at the mouth while I push in and out of the tightest crevice ever crafted by God, my balls squeezing in between her butt cheeks every time I thrust.
I growl and pump my hips like twin pistons, chasing a high that no one else on this earth could give me but this girl. She’s born of fantasies I didn’t even know I had, dreams that I didn’t dare to dream. I take her ass like a wild animal, sliding my hand down between her pussy and bed, only to find it soaking wet with what has to be multiple orgasms. Yes. Yes, she’s shaking and hiccupping, in the middle of another one right now. The evidence that she’s finding pleasure in my deep strokes into her virgin asshole is my undoing, and I take one final ram, shouting myself hoarse as that burdensome fluid spews up from my balls and fills her.
“That’s my good little fuck princess.” I smother her, my arms around her head, my teeth gnashing against her ear. “You like making me snap? You like putting me on a leash until I gnaw it off?”
“Yes!” she wails, scrabbling at the bedding.
“Whatever gets my sperm in this bratty fucking body.” I crudely lick up the entire curve of her neck, continuing up the side of her face. “Hold still, I got more. You’re the reason I’m making so much milk, princess. Now you can deal with the excess. Ohhhhh.”
I catch myself on an elbow before I crush her, as soon as my body is spent, which takes almost a full minute of draining.
“Petra,” I say jaggedly. “Are you okay? Are you in pain or—”
“I loved it,” she whispers. “Couldn’t you tell?”
She cuddles into me, ducking her blushing face into my neck, and I simply lay there, marveling over the miracle in my arms. The way we complement each other so uniquely, so powerfully. She drives me to the edge and I go over it. She wants me to go over it.
This morning, I could never have imagined someone as perfect as this girl.
Perhaps because I’ve gone so long being self-conscious of my appearance, there is still a niggle of doubt in the back of my head that she’d be with me like this if she wasn’t getting paid. But we’ll examine that worry another time.
Tomorrow.
My last day with her…unless her feelings for me are real.
And not just part of the job.
nine
Petra
I wake to the sounds of birds chirping.
It’s a nice change from the garbage trucks and honking that usually fills my morning. My bones are like jelly, and I’m warm, but not as warm as I remember being through the night. When I slept in Barry’s big, secure arms.