Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Jesus, Brent, how did you find me!?”
“Well I guess you’re not the only one with trickery.” He grins, advancing on me like he purchased the room five minutes ago and I just happened to come with it.
I’m so nervous.
This couldn’t be timed any worse.
I’m in pajama bottoms and a ratty old T-shirt. My hair looks like spaghetti that’s just been dumped in a colander to drain. I don’t have any makeup on, and Brent looks like he just came from a fashion shoot for sexiest CEOs in the world.
He sits beside me and lifts the covers, which I immediately pull back down.
“Suddenly shy?” He smiles.
“This isn’t the best time,” I reply as I twist myself up into a ball. “I look awful right now.”
“Don’t be silly, Luna.” Brent laughs. “You look absolutely beautiful.”
And then he kisses me.
7
BRENT
Oh Jesus. Boy was I right in coming here.
I thought several times while I was on my way about just turning around and driving back to the house; mixing business with pleasure is simply not a good idea. But then I just kept picturing Luna’s absolute beauty and perfection, and my lust to see her unbelievable body naked took over, and I knew that going back was simply not an option.
Having my cock in her mouth yesterday at the office was just a taste. An appetizer. But now I’m starving for the whole meal, and nothing is going to stop me. Not even whatever shenanigans her dad is up to trying to screw with my farm.
Luna’s lips fit perfectly against mine as we kiss. It’s like they were molded to fit against me and only me.
I lean against her and feel her supple, perky, teenage tits press against my chest, and my whole body grows hotter and hotter.
No bra while you’re just relaxing in your dorm room, right, gorgeous?
Her nipples are erect, just like my cock beneath my work pants. As shy as she may be, or as much as she may be trying to act like she’s embarrassed to be with me now, there’s no hiding the signs her body is giving out on its own.
I slip a hand up her shirt and cup her breast as I kiss her greedily, my lust swelling inside me like a car engine being revved by someone with their foot pressing the gas pedal down to the floor. I’m practically dizzy with how badly I want her right now.
Our tongues drag together as she kisses me back. She may be timid, but she’s reciprocating, and just feeling her mouth against mine again has me instantly back in that moment from yesterday. I had her down in front of me with my cock in her mouth, and she was staring up at me with those coffee-brown eyes, looking so innocent and so also like a little minx begging to be trained by me.
I slowly drag my hand down her flat stomach to the hem of her sweatpants. She gasps as I pull them back and slip my fingers inside.
I expect to feel a pair of panties–maybe just a pilled cotton pair of granny panties that girls lounge around in when they don’t feel like putting on something sexy–but to my surprise, I don’t feel either.
What I feel is nothing but the smooth, shaved skin of Luna’s warm, bare little pussy.
She gasps again, and I growl with excitement as I run my fingers over her soft teenage peach. I can’t stand it any longer. I pull her sweats away and look down. I need to see her treasure.
“Brent…” she whimpers as I glance at what has to be the cutest little slit I’ve ever seen in my life.
My cock instantly hardens to its full size and stiffness, causing me to grunt and resituate myself to avoid the pain it’s causing me beneath as it presses against my pants.
“Can you do me a favor, gorgeous?”
“A favor?” she asks timidly.
I nod. “I need you to take my pants down for me. I’m just so goddamn hard for you right now that it’s actually hurting me.”
Luna’s lips part just so gently in response, and her eyes narrow and flash. She tilts her chin down as I twist to the side, giving her full access to my Hermes belt and my fly, which she eagerly goes to work on.
Atta girl.
She may not have much experience in the bedroom, but she’s good with her hands. I don’t have to help her at all, and in seconds she’s pulling my monster out from behind its cage and relieving all that horrible pressure.
Again, she gasps as her eyes fall on my swollen manhood.
“Good God, Brent. How do you even walk with this thing in your pants?”
I laugh. “Well it’s not always this big, babe. That only happens when I’m around you.”
“Oh, stop.” She giggles.
“You think I’m joking?” I ask, tugging her T-shirt up to expose both of her phenomenal breasts. I lean in and let my lips brush against her left nipple, all the while keeping my eyes on hers. “I am not joking.”