Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
We finish our meal and Bryan drives me home, but as tired as I am, I’m not ready for the night to end. We sit in the car and talk for more than thirty minutes then he leans in to kiss me.
It’s a slow, sultry kiss, unlike the lustful kisses from this afternoon. I sink into his body and feel like I’m floating on a cloud. I want so badly to invite him in but my roommate and I share a room. Maybe I should have been bold and asked him to take me to his place.
He grabs my waist and pulls me onto his lap. I feel his hands slip under my skirt, and I lean forward so that he can pull down my panties. I close my eyes and hold my breath as his fingers slide across my exposed mound. He slips one finger inside me and gently fondles my clit, sending shockwaves to my brain.
As he strokes the tiny ball, it hardens and becomes more sensitive. He explores me with his fingers and places two deep inside me as his thumb continues to stroke my clit. I bury my head in his chest to try to stifle the sound of my moans.
“Ride my fingers, little girl. Use them to get you off,” he tells me and I begin to rock back and forth on his hand. “That’s it. Get up here and kiss me.”
I raise my head and press my lips against his. He places his hand on the back of my head and holds it steady as he slides his tongue in and out of my mouth.
“I wish this car was bigger. I’d like to taste your sweet pussy.” I wish it was too but his fingers alone are causing a new, wild sensation to churn in my belly. It’s like a craving that has to be satiated, causing me to buck wildly in his lap. “You ready to come, baby girl?”
“I think so,” I gasp.
He smacks my clit hard, and I think my head is going to implode.
“Oh god,” I cry and bear down on him. So, this is an orgasm? No wonder people are so obsessed with them. Electricity pulses through my veins. Every firing neuron feels like a tiny explosion. It comes in waves, making my body quake and shiver. As the sensation subsides, he removes his hand and pulls my panties back over my butt.
“Sounds like you liked that, sweetheart.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Good. Now maybe you can return the favor.”
“What can I do?” I ask, ready for just about anything he asks of me.
He opens his pants and pulls out his cock. “I’ve been carrying this hard-on for you for two full days now. Give me your hand.”
He places my hand on the base of his shaft. It’s so big I can barely wrap my fingers around it. With his hand on mine, he glides it up and down his rod, teaching me how to give him a hand job. I look down at his cock in amazement. I’ve never seen a man come before and I have no idea what to expect, but I don’t want to miss a thing.
He lets go of my hand, and I keep tugging on his rock-hard dick.
“Faster, baby girl. Daddy’s ready to come.”
My level of excitement has me feeling a bit foolish, but I follow his direction and tug a little faster. He grunts and moans. “That’s it. Good girl. A little more….” I feel his body tense as he raises his hips off the seat and sends a stream of thick white liquid shooting from his tip. I look down at my sticky fingers and back into his eyes.
A car pulls up behind us and flashes its lights. Bryan looks out the back window and says, “That’s for me.” He fixes his pants, takes the keys out of the Porsche’s ignition, and drops them in my hand.
“What is this?”
“When you were in the bathroom at the restaurant, I texted my driver and told him to come and get me. I don’t like you depending on the bus for transportation. There are too many bad characters on the bus. Keep the car. It’s too small for me anyway.”
“I can’t. This car costs more than I’ll make in a year!”
“I didn’t ask you to pay me for it, sweetheart. Now, I insist.” He leans in, kisses me again, and gets out of the car. He comes around to my side and opens my door. “I’ll wait here until you get inside.”
I walk to the front stoop and ascend the stairs, feeling like this is some sort of a dream. When I get inside, I peer out the window and watch Bryan’s limo pull away. I look back at the pretty red coup, and my heart races in my chest. I didn’t know that men like this existed, and I think maybe I was lucky enough to run into the only one.