Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 55(@250wpm)___ 46(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she says, turning around to walk toward the door. She yanks the door open and flits inside.
A few minutes later, she comes back out. Her grin is infectious. Once again, I am struck by her beauty. She stops in front of me and licks her lips. My knees just about buckle at the thought of them wrapped around my hard cock as I fuck her throat, making her choke on me. Damn it. I’ve got to get her alone.
“Ready?”
“Yes. I also scanned and emailed your insurance paperwork to the company, so that’s all good.”
“Thank you,” I say, opening my work truck's passenger door and helping her into it. My hands linger on her hips.
The hour-ish-long drive home is full of chatter. Her nervous chatter, I imagine. I chuckle as she just keeps talking and talking. I can’t get a word in edgewise, but that’s okay. I like hearing her talk. She’s talking about a sketch she drew of a bathing suit and how proud of it she is. She talks about how she’d be size inclusive with her fashion, and I know my sisters would appreciate something like that.
We arrive at the house. It’s the middle of the day, so we are alone. I start to give her a tour.
“It’s not much, but we make do.”
“And all your sisters still live here?”
“Yes. That’s not weird is it?”
“No. Not at all. It’s expensive out there. I was just wondering how many bedrooms you have.”
“Five proper ones. I turned the den into my youngest sister’s room.” The one-story bungalow-style house is deceptively bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside. There’s a detached garage outside that I use for storage. There’s no attic, basement, or crawlspace.
“She’s the sixteen year old?”
“Yes,” I say, surprised that she remembered. That was ninety texts ago or more.
“And where’s your room?”
“Last door on the left,” I say, pointing down the hallway.
She takes off down the hall, and I follow like a puppy dog. As crazy as it is, I know I’ll follow this girl to the ends of the Earth. I cringe when I get into the bedroom. The bed is unmade, but at least they are clean sheets; I changed them on Sunday. There is a pile of dirty clothes outside the bathroom door. Belle doesn’t seem to notice. She’s kicked her heels off and is in the process of shimmying her skirt off. She’s got her blouse unbuttoned too. I groan as her huge tits, currently and cruelly hidden from me by lace, come into view.
“Am I going to fast?” she asks.
“No. I’m just admiring the view.”
“Come over here and admire it,” she says as she pulls her shirt off. She’s standing in front of me in just her bra and panties. They don’t match, but that's okay. She reaches behind her and opens her bra, dropping it on the floor. When her panties are off, she comes toward me. My eyes roam down her body. She is utter perfection. Her eyes are bright; her cheeks are flushed. Her waist is flared, and her hips wide. There is a neatly trimmed patch of slightly darker hair than that of her hair covering the top of her juicy pussy. She’s got those fat pussy lips that I want my mouth on more than I want my next breath. “I think you are overdressed, Kent.” Her voice is sultry and reminds me of pure temptation.
She reaches me and pulls my work shirt up and over my head. She moans as her tiny fingers roam over my muscles. I kick out of my work boots as she works my belt. My pants, boxers, and socks join the discard pile quickly. My cock is hard and already leaking precum. Her hands wrap around my length, and she pumps me up and down. I push her hands away because I don’t want this over before I get a chance to worship her.
Chapter Eight
Belle
Holy shit! I have to clench my thighs together as I stare down at him. His cock is huge, just like the rest of him. My mouth is watering at the thought of that behemoth being inside me. He can have any hole he wants. They all belong to him. My mind immediately wanders to him shoving me down and slamming into me, despite me saying no. In my mind, he’s a savage animal who takes what he wants and gives me what I need with his brutal thrusts. I feel my pussy flood, and I let out a little moan. His cock is hard in my hand, but I want it inside me. That vow I made when I was younger was just to keep other guys away from me. As crazy as it seems, I know I was waiting for Kent.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks with his hands on my hips. He’s so big, he could do whatever he wants to me, and I’d love it.