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)
Jacob and the boys are working on correcting our order screw-up from earlier, but they’re down at the other end by the loading docks. I pull Luna into my private office, shut the door behind us, and close the blinds.
“In here?” Luna asks, her tone so innocent. “This is where you keep your special cream?”
I can’t take it any longer. Her breasts are two plump pillows, ready to burst from her blouse. Her lips are pure perfection, desperately begging for mine to press against them. And her body has my testosterone pumping at a level I’ve never felt before.
Yeah, I’m excited.
“Well, not in here exactly,” I say as I reach down and unbutton my fly. “In here.”
4
LUNA
My heart nearly skips a beat as Brent drops his pants. I knew this was where this was all headed, but I guess part of me didn’t really think it was going to actually happen. From the moment Brent took my hand, I felt as though I was just being swept away by him and my whole life was in his hands.
I can feel my pulse pounding in my skull. My whole body is hot and tense. I know I’m definitely blushing, but I don’t care if he sees.
He stands with such power and commands such respect. I’ve never been in the presence of anyone like that before–aside from my father. But I certainly won’t be repeating that to Brent so he can tease me about having daddy issues again later.
I feel a shiver up my spine as he drinks my body in with his eyes. He drags them up every inch of my physique from my toes to my breasts without even being shy about it like most guys would be. And then he reaches into his black boxer-briefs, and without hesitating, pulls out his manhood.
I can’t help myself from gasping at what I see. I may not be the most experienced girl in the world when it comes to men–okay, I may have barely any experience at all, and that experience is just limited to one night after watching Titanic on Netflix with my high school boyfriend Jessie–but I know enough to know that Brent’s cock is abnormally large. I mean, enormous. I bet it would equal the length of my forearm and be about as thick as my wrist.
“Holy shit, what is that?” I ask, almost in horror. Brent laughs back.
“What? You’ve never seen a dick before, Luna?” I guess I don’t answer quickly enough for him, because he starts to cover himself as he gives me a strange look. “Wait, you’re not like sixteen and look really grown up for your age, right?”
I instantly crack up and wave my hands non-threateningly.
“No, no, I’m legal, tiger. Turned nineteen two months ago.”
“Phew.” He smiles, wiping his brow comedically.
“I guess you could say I’m just…I haven’t been around that much.” Brent’s eyes light up, and he nods, intrigued.
“Is that right?”
I point down to the monster in his hand. “And that is also not normal. And you know it, I don’t care what you say.”
Smiling, Brent inches closer, tugging his briefs lower, giving me a better view of his enormous, swollen arousal. Seeing it this close has me growing hotter and hotter. I can feel goosebumps spring from my skin as he reaches out to touch me, first on the shoulder and then gently tracing a line down my left arm to my wrist.
“You have such soft skin,” he muses, almost to himself. Then, before I can react, he pops the top button on my blouse.
I’m wearing a bra, but if I wasn’t, my breasts would be spilling out. And right now, I kind of wish I’d had to do laundry this morning.
“Haven’t been around much, eh?” he asks. “Well, do you know what to do with this?”
Gently, he takes my hand and places it on his cock. I can barely even get my fingers around his monstrous girth. It’s like a big slab of thick, hot, strong, muscled meat, pulsing with blood, growing harder and harder every second as I hold it.
I look up at him, and my answer must be written all over my face.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll show you just what you need to do to get that special cream.”
My heart skips a beat, and the next thing I know I’m on my knees in front of him with his fingers threaded through my hair.
I take a deep breath, inhaling his masculine energy deep into my lungs. He wears no cologne, but he doesn’t need to. I actually like that he doesn’t. Something about him just makes him not that kind of guy in my eyes. Maybe it’s the fact that he works a farm.
And then it happens…
The thick head of his cock forces its way through my lips and into my mouth. It slides onto my tongue, and I already feel myself starting to panic at its size and wanting to pull away. But Brent’s voice reassures me.