Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Ummph!” she cries out. “Umph-mph!”
“Fuuuuck,” I groan low in my chest as Rocky swallows, her throat muscles contracting around my hardness. “Oh shit, you definitely are a Circle girl because you know exactly what to do.”
Then, my balls rise and I can’t control it. My thighs clench, my abs tighten, even as a primal roar rises in my chest.
“Fuck!” I scream while blasting hot lashes of jism into my lover’s mouth. “Oh shit!”
I jam my fingers especially deep into her anus at the same time, and Rocky sails over the cliff too. Her eyes go wide with shock as her breasts tremble, and then that rectum clamps down on my fingers so hard that they feel like they’re breaking.
“Mmph!” she screams, her mouth full of my cock. “Mmmmph!”
We soar into the Heavens for what feels like hours. Fuck, this is so dirty and yet absolutely perfect too. I pump gallons of seed into my best girl’s mouth even as she moans and hums, swallowing it all. Finally, however, I finish and pull out, watching as my member reappears from between her glistening lips, inch by massive inch.
Rocky coughs a bit even as I rub her anus one last time for good measure.
“Happy?” I ask.
She coughs once more, semen still dripping from her lips, but then the beautiful woman looks up at me with dazed pleasure in her eyes.
“I’m definitely happy, Logan,” she coos. “That was wonderful, thank you.” A feeling of satisfaction fills my heart as I lean down to capture her plush pout with mine. But somehow, I know that she’s not telling the entire truth. There’s something niggling at Rocky’s mind, and it’s up to me to find out what it is.
CHAPTER 6
Logan
Unfortunately, I never get a chance to press Rocky on whatever issue is bothering the sweet girl. Instead, the last few days of our wicked week pass quickly in a blur of sun, sand and sheer filth, and now, we’re getting ready to attend the event’s closing party.
“What am I supposed to wear to this thing? I’m out of clothes! I should’ve brought more,” she calls in a panicked voice from the bedroom. We’re all packed up, so Rocky’s rifling through her tiny roller-board to find the right outfit. I’m just as stumped.
“How about the sundress from last night?”
She frowns.
“I don’t know. Is it okay to re-wear an outfit? I mean, won’t people notice?”
I chuckle. “Sweetheart, no one cares what anyone else is wearing. Hell, you won’t be wearing anything for long, if my suspicions about this farewell shindig are right.”
She giggles then.
“Good point. I’ll be out in a second.”
Within moments, Rocky emerges wearing the sundress, which honestly, isn’t much more than a filmy cover-up. She’s got bikini bottoms on underneath, but no top, and as a result, her big breasts are totally visible beneath the sheer white fabric.
“Is this okay?” she giggles, plucking at those dark nipples.
My mouth goes dry as I stare at the hard tips of her breasts before dropping to the shadowy vee between her thighs.
“More than okay,” I rasp. “Turn around.”
Rocky spins around immediately, her brown curls flying out in an arc, and I shake my head.
“You look delicious, baby, but you might as well take your bottoms off too. There’s no point in wearing them.”
Rocky doesn’t even blink. Within seconds, she’s slithered out of that triangle of fabric, tossing it onto the couch, and then pulls the hem of her dress up to show me her glistening pussy.
“Like this, Daddy?”
I have half a mind to bend her over the couch right now and forget the party, but I manage to keep myself in check.
“Just like that, baby girl. Come on, let’s go,” I say in a rough voice. Rocky merely giggles again and slips her hand into my big one as we exit the bungalow. We walk a few minutes before coming to a dimly lit area of the beach where music sounds out as people writhe, laugh, and make merry on the sand. It’s pretty dark except for tiki lights lining the pathway, not to mention the moon reflecting off the sea. Obviously, other guests are already having deep, penetrative sex judging from the writhing forms on the beach, but I lead Rocky over to a large boulder by one side. Then, I reach behind the rock and pull out a bag.
“What is that?” she asks.
I grin wolfishly.
“You’ll see.”
Within seconds, I unzip the carry-on to reveal a giant, glittery scepter. It’s three feet long with a smooth, straight staff, in addition to a pink orb at the top decorated with glittery pink crystals. Rocky blinks.
“Is that what I think it is?”
I grin again, slowly rubbing up and down the staff with my hands.
“It is,” I say in a low voice. “Congratulations again on winning the Miss Millbrook title, honey.”
Rocky gasps.