Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
A whimper escapes me as he grabs my pants and panties in his possessive hands, my thighs tickling as he pulls them down, making my skin shiver with goose pimples. It’s like my womb is giving off excited signals too, celebration fireworks from deep within as he pulls my pants and panties away. He guides them over my toes and then lets out a shaking, snarling beast-like breath.
I stare down as he guides my thighs into place, spreading them and lifting them so they make a V shape. He gazes up, his mouth open, his eyes glinting obsessively.
“Your pussy is perfect. I can see how wet you are already. How ready you are to take my cock. To take everything.”
He must be able to see the shiver in me, must know it comes from the bad place with the motivational posters on the walls.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers, kissing my thigh, a point of warm contact that sends a warm shimmer up my leg, teasing at my hole. “This isn’t just for sex. This isn’t just for heat. It’s for us, Violet. It’s for our future.”
“I want it so badly,” I whimper.
“Are you afraid?” he asks.
I shake my head bravely, or maybe sassily. Whatever it is, I can tell he likes it. His smirk twitches, and then he kisses higher and higher up my leg. My hole tingles the closer he gets. My lips feel as if they’re expanding with the oncoming pleasure.
I’m so aware of Dad in the apartment, the massive task of telling him, the threat he could end me and Luke, end any chance at a future life,
Pleasure erupts across my pussy. Luke’s got his hot tongue pressed right up against my clit, his hands squeezing into my thighs just inches away from my lips and hole. He strokes my clit with his tongue again, the other way this time, sending another pulse of euphoria through me.
I stare down at him, his silver head bobbing up and down as he licks me quicker, as his finger slides slowly and temptingly toward my hole.
“You’re drenched,” he growls. “So ready for my cock. So ready for our future.”
I’m about to say something. Something like, yes. Then he starts licking my clit fast, like he’s obsessed with the taste of me, the nearness of our bodies. He licks me so fast and with such passion my hips begin to rock.
It’s a miracle, but no bad thoughts interfere. No pain. No thoughts of what happened. There’s just this moment and the thrill of knowing he wants me in the same way I want him.
My hole flutters as he slides his finger deep inside, licking my clit at the same time, the heat rising inside of me. I reach a boiling point I can barely take, my body pulsing in time with his frantic tongue strokes.
“You’re going to soak this young slit for me,” he snarls between licks. “Make your virgin hole even wetter for me.”
It’s the excitement in his voice that really drives me on. Hearing how badly he wants it, wants me, hearing how hungry he is to claim my body. I never dreamed I could make a man so obsessed, and definitely not a silver-haired, mature man like Luke. My Luke.
“Ah, ah,” I gasp, hips bucking quicker each moment.
He licks me, moving his finger deep within, stroking at a warm spot that expands until my entire lower half is blazing, burning up with the orgasm. The release slams into me. I’m melting for him, the orgasm pulsing out of me, as he growls and feasts on my pussy. He opens his mouth and darts his tongue up and down my lips, to my clit, all the while his finger moves around and around inside of me. I lie back, panting as the pleasure drains away, leaving me sore and contented and yet wanting more. Wanting everything.
Luke stands up, his body trembling.
“I need your hole,” he growls. “I need it now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Luke
I have to caution myself to slow down, but with the taste of her sweet virgin pussy on my lips, and with her lying bottomless beneath me, it’s difficult to listen to the civilized voice. It’s difficult not to leap on her, tear my cock from my pants, and drive into her tight slit hard and fast. Unleash the monster within.
Her pussy winks wetly in the moonlight.
“Get those big juicy tits out,” I growl, my hands already busy on my clothes.
She sits up, lifting her hoodie over her head. As we both undress, we lock eyes, Violet with a shaky smile on her face and me, I imagine, with a savage gritted-teeth smirk, a demonstration of my undying lust. The want that will never stop.
She unhooks her bra, letting her breasts spill free just as I pull my pants down. We stare at each other, both of us naked, my cock so hard it points almost straight up. Veins bulge, my tip soaked with precome, my shaft solid as I take in every detail of her young curvy body: her beautifully large nipples, the shape of her juicy hips, her thick thighs, her full-lipped and needy-as-fuck pussy.