Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
“You’re so big,” she stammers as I pound her, my balls slapping against her little asshole. And Lord help me, that sure doesn’t help.
A rush of pleasure waves course through my cock, and I have to stop altogether to keep myself from coming. I bury my dick deep inside Mya’s tight hole and leave it there as I bring my lips to hers.
“And you’re so tight,” I say with a smile. “You sexy little virgin.”
“Well—” She smiles, biting her lip. “Not anymore.”
Taking her by the leg, I spin her onto her side, folding her in half so I can get a look at her ass, which of course looks even better than it did in those jeans she was wearing when she showed up here. I grab a handful and start thrusting. My balls are going to explode soon no matter what I do, so I pick up the pace, hoping to get her there with me.
Mya cries out again, and I snatch a fistful of her hair and pull, bending her back into an arch, accentuating every curve she has.
“Oh my God, Daddy,” she whimpers, her voice barely a whisper. No girl has ever called me that before, and it’s never been anything I’ve wanted or asked for, but for some reason, when it comes out of Mya’s lips, it turns me on like crazy.
“Yeah?” I growl, spanking her on the ass hard. “You like that, baby girl?”
My spank leaves a nice red handprint on her ass and causes her to cry out again. I feel her pussy clamp down on my cock, and she reaches back with her left hand and braces herself on my thigh. I’m sweating, burning for her. I can feel my climax boiling just beneath the surface, and all Mya does is nod, her eyes closed.
She’s close too.
Somehow, I manage to go deeper. I feel the tough resistance of her cervix against my tip as I rut with every inch I have. Mya’s mouth falls open, but no sound comes out. Her warm, soaked walls squeeze down on my girth. I can even feel some of her juices on my balls and thighs. This girl is wet. She’s ready to go off too. All she needs is a push over the edge.
Is she on birth control?
I don’t even care. Better if she isn’t. Then there’s a chance that I’ll be making her mine.
I pump harder, gripping her baby-making hips with one hand and holding her hair with the other. I lean in and bring my lips within a millimeter of her open mouth and feel the cum in my balls getting ready to unload. Her pussy gets tighter. Even tighter. She moans.
And then it happens. I go off.
I drive my cock deep, burying it inside her.
“I’m fucking coming,” I growl as the first spray of my load shoots inside her.
Mya cries out, and as I suspected, that was all it took to get her there. She goes over the edge too. Her climax wracks her. Her body shakes and quivers, and her hole clenches down on my cock, holding me deep inside, keeping me from going anywhere.
“I can feel it!” she announces, her teeth together.
“Come on it, baby,” I tell her.
“Yes, Daddy! I’m coming!”
We go off together, wrapped in the most incredible blanket of ecstasy I’ve ever felt, entwined in a mutual orgasm so wonderful that I nearly pass out before it’s done. I let my head tip forward into a kiss and press my tongue into her mouth. She sucks it gently as her orgasmic contractions tug at my cock, and when it’s all over, we both let out long sighs of satisfaction.
“You didn’t even ask me if I was on birth control,” she says softly.
“I mean…would it really be that bad of a thing if you weren’t?” I ask.
Mya’s jaw drops, she gasps and gives me a soft smack on the chest.
“That was incredible though, wasn’t it?” I smile, finger-brushing her hair.
Mya frowns at me, doing her best to appear angry, but after a few seconds of failing miserably, she nods and smiles. “Yes. Yes, it was.”
“Come on,” I tell her. “I’ll show you where you’ll be staying.”
Mya’s expression quickly changes. “Wait, staying!?”
4
Mya
Looking up at the ceiling of the bedroom Ethan provided me, telling me I would no longer have to go back to my apartment and “waste money on rent there,” I can’t help but start to realize that I’m developing real feelings for the handsome man who is now my boss.
I mean, what was all that anyway? I’m still buzzing from that Big-O he gave me, and I can’t even say how long it’s going to be before I come down. The man’s a wizard. The David Blaine of sex. Talk about skills and incredible good looks combined. He blew my mind, and now I’m lying here pretty sure I’m developing actual feelings for the man.