Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
She was already bucking like a needy bitch as my mouth reached her slit. I could feel where she was tender from the night before, her pussy still just a little pink and puffy from where she’d forced herself wide for me.
“You worked that hungry little hole nice and hard like a good girl,” I growled, and she looked down at me to nod.
“I wanted to,” she whispered. “I really wanted to work that hungry little hole nice and hard for you.”
Oh fuck, how her filthy mouth took me aback. I nearly came in my fucking pants, my balls tensing so fucking tight.
“Fucking hell, pumpkin,” I said. “Say that again.”
She smiled as she did it, and that mischief was at full brightness. Her own devil side dancing out to play with mine.
“Let’s show you those nice big presents,” I said, and smirked as I headed over to the wardrobe.
They were up on the top shelf. Three of them in nice big boxes.
One of them was a huge fucking dildo with a big fat head on it. One of them was smaller. Shorter, but thick. Still thick enough to fucking strain. The other was a butt plug, nice and fat with a decent plug on the end to keep it wedged nice and tight in that puckered little ring of hers.
I handed them over, and she sat herself up, eyes pretty saucers as she opened the boxes.
The biggest was so thick in her hand she couldn’t close her fingers around it. She lifted it up and down, testing its weight, and gave me a nod as she realised the scale of the thing.
“That’s the big fucking ben of the operation,” I told her. “Once you can take that big fat sonofabitch you’ll be ready to take my fist inside you.”
Those saucer eyes fixed right on mine with that huge dildo still gripped tight in her hand.
“You’re really going to put your fist inside me?”
“If you’ll let me,” I told her. “Believe me, sweetheart, my greatest pleasure comes from when you can’t resist the need anymore. You’ll be begging to take it all the way in, even through the strain. That’s where my want truly exists.” I took the heavy plastic dick from her hand and tested the weight myself. “Trust me, it’s a stunning thing to hear the cries when your body is lost to the sensations as much as your mind is.”
Her breathing quickened. Fingers now gripped tight around the butt plug, checking that one for weight.
“Show me,” she whispered, and she wanted it.
She truly fucking wanted it.
“Then lean back on that fucking bed for me,” I said, and reached for the lube.
It was a beautiful thing to have a long rolling Sunday afternoon to indulge in her body. I made sure she was relaxed before I began, coaxing her just right with my mouth sucking at those pretty tits of hers.
My fingers worked their tune between her legs. Teasing that clit with two fingers then three sliding between those slick puffy folds. I kissed her open mouth while she whimpered, and made those lips slick and fucking puffy to match, and she was everything a dirty angel should be.
Needy, and desperate, and horny as a little fucking slut for me.
I splayed her pussy lips nice and wide with my fingers, and squirmed my tongue direct on that little bud. She thrashed her feet against the bed, and cried out loud as I sucked at her.
Tender. So fucking tender.
But not nearly so fucking tender as when I slicked up the smaller of the two thick plastic cocks and pushed it in all the way.
“Good girl,” I told her, and circled that cock in deep as she gritted her teeth and groaned for me.
She was still so fucking tight and so innocent, her body straining so nicely with so fucking far to go.
“Oh God, it hurts already,” she said, and tipped her head back against the sheets.
“Then play with that clit,” I told her, and guided her fingers hard against the spot. “Look at me,” I said. “I want your eyes on me when you’re straining.”
Her stare was so pure in her hurt, and so fucking beautiful.
“I love it when you’re like this,” she whispered. “I love it when you make me feel so dirty.”
“So do I,” I growled, and twisted that cock inside her. “I wasn’t lying when I told you I don’t play nice with little girls.”
“Please never play nice with me,” she whimpered. “Please, Miles, don’t ever play nice with me.”
I had no fucking intention of it.
Lube and spit and thrusting cock, and she took it. She took it all. I twisted and thrust and pounded that plastic fucking pole all the way in, and she was a squirmer today. A real fucking squirmer.
I sucked, and I slapped, and ground my fingers hard against her tender spots, and she coasted high on that endorphin train, bucking every little bit as hard as her body would take for me.