Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24103 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“That too,” I say, indicating her top. “You know I like my women totally nude.”
Matilda looks as if she’s about to protest, but then she thinks better of it and slowly pulls her pink polo shirt over her head, revealing those luscious Double D’s overflowing a lacy blush-colored bra.
“Off with the lingerie too, honey. Like I said: totally bare.”
Matilda looks like she’s going to object again, but my girl is smart and knows that there’s no sense in fighting. As a result, she unclips her bra in the back, letting those creamy mounds fall out, before stepping out of her pink panties. The lace is soaked through, and I inhale deeply, punch-drunk already on the smell of her arousal.
“Beautiful,” I growl. “Now, sweetheart, I’m going to inspect you. Come here, baby.”
I sit on a nearby sofa and beckon to Matilda. She approaches, her brown eyes wide and aroused even as her breasts bounce.
“How do you want to do this?” she asks in a breathy tone.
“The way I always do,” I drawl. “Get up on the couch and plant your pussy on my face, honey. I’ll stick my tongue inside your holes, and if you’re free of another man’s sperm, then you’re good to go.”
She pauses, brown eyes wide.
“But I already told you. I only got to the driving range, and no one’s touched me, much less Albert.”
I frown upon hearing another man’s name.
“I don’t care what you say you’ve done or haven’t done,” I rasp, my voice brooking no dissent. “You’re getting on my face now,” I command.
That seems to do it. With a sharp indrawn breath, the nude woman approaches before slowly climbing onto the couch and standing upright. I let out a low groan because Matilda’s all long legs, creamy skin, and a soaked, dripping twat. With gentle hands, I help position her so that her pussy is inches from my mouth and then exhale lightly onto that swollen slit.
“This won’t hurt,” I murmur against her skin. “You’ve already experienced it, so it’s just a repeat of last night.”
Then, I fork my tongue once more before easing it up her vaginal channel, gently stroking the walls of her pussy with the ends of my tongue.
“Oohhhh,” she breathes, her head falling back as her eyes close. “Mmm, goodness!”
“Feels incredible, right?” I rasp. “Let me just get in a little deeper.”
I probe further, enjoying the taste of her honey, while simultaneously rippling my tongue so that it massages the walls of her pussy.
“Fuck yeah,” I growl, before pulling my tongue out. “No tang of semen in here.” Then, I fork my tongue, making sure she sees the gesture, before pulling her hips up and over my head. “Now it’s time for your bottom, honey. Daddy’s going to inspect your anal canal for another man’s sperm.”
Matilda leans forward and then lifts one foot so that it’s positioned on the back of the sofa, spreading her thighs even wider before pulling her butt cheeks apart with both hands. Fuck, this girl is wanton and I love it.
“Yes Daddy,” she moans. “Taste me. You won’t find anything, I promise.”
But it’s one thing to make promises, and another to keep them. I lap lightly at her anal entrance a bit, making her squirm, before gently easing my tongue into her backdoor. Matilda squeals, throwing her head back, while gripping the back of the sofa to maintain her balance.
“Oooh, deeper,” she begs. “Um, yeah Daddy. Taste my butt.”
Goddamn, whores can talk dirty, but I like it. Gently, I extend my tongue to its full length and then push it all the way up her bottom, savoring her musky yet sweet ass flavor. A woman’s GI tract is heavily influenced by what she eats, and fortunately, Matilda’s been eating well. There’s definitely a lot of fruit in her diet, and no trace of another man’s semen at all. Satisfied, I pull my tongue out, eliciting another rapturous moan from my woman.
“That feels so good,” she breathes, cupping her breasts with her hands. “Ummmm.”
But now, it’s time to get down to business.
“Sweetheart, I want you to sit on my double dicks,” I rasp. “Just like you did last night. It’s time to put some man fluid into your holes because you’re a good come-receptacle.”
Matilda doesn’t even blink at the double-edged compliment.
“I am, aren’t I?” she giggles while lowering herself down into a crouch, her two holes brushing against the leaking heads of my dicks. “How did you say you got these again?”
I pull her into position so that the weeping tips just penetrate her ass and pussy, and nod.
“It’s genetic,” I rasp, my heart almost bursting from my chest now. “Most men in the Lysenian royal family have it. Not everyone has the forked tongue, but we have a lot of interesting anatomical idiosyncrasies.”
Matilda’s eyes flicker to me.