Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“It’s not enough, Daddy. I need YOU. All the way, right here, right now.”
And I know from the flash of Blake’s eyes that I’m about to get it hard, fast, and unprotected in the best way possible.
5
Blake
I can’t believe this is happening right out in the open for anyone to see. Okay, most people wouldn’t notice because 21 Bridges is actually a really good movie. The pace and plot are fantastic, and the actors have incredible presence.
But right now, I have a finger buried in Cindy’s warm folds and she pulses wetly around me. She moans again, tilting her head back, and I see her delicate profile illuminated in the light from the screen. Damn, this woman is gorgeous and my cock throbs as I slowly pull my hand out of her sweet spot.
“Daddy?” she mewls, her eyes flickering open. “Can I have more?”
I groan loudly, silently thanking the loud bangs and popping noises from the special effects that drown out our conversation.
“There’s definitely more coming, sweet girl. I just need you to come sit in my lap, if you don’t mind.”
Her eyes go wide and her breasts heave.
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, I’m very serious,” is my deep growl. “In fact, I have something that demonstrates just how serious I am.”
Then, I pull out my shaft, and Cindy gasps when she seems my enormous size. I know what she’s thinking because most women are intimidated the first time they glimpse my hardness. I’m a full ten inches, and as wide around the base as a soda can. The tip of my rod gleams in the light with a pearl of seed, and a throbbing vein runs along the underside.
“Oh my god,” she breathes. “I’m not sure if I can …”
Her voice drifts off but I know the little girl can. After all, she’s so ripe and curvy. A body like that is built for a man’s deep penetration, and it’s my job to get her to the point where she takes me like a champ.
“You’re going to be fine,” I say in a low voice. “Everything is going to fit just right, don’t worry.”
She gasps again, her eyes still as round as saucers. But then Cindy nods and slowly begins to take off her sweater.
“What are you doing?” I rasp. “Sweetheart, you don’t need to be nude. In fact, it’s probably better to be discreet and to just lift up your skirt as you get into my lap.”
But it’s too late and the sweater’s already dropping to the floor. Then she unzips her skirt, letting that drop to the floor as well, and pulls off her panties, discarding the scrap of cotton beneath the seat. Soon, Cindy’s perfect curves are bare in the movie theater. She’s literally wearing nothing but those thigh high socks and her little girl Mary Janes, and the sight is fantastic.
“I want to be nude before you, Daddy,” she murmurs. “It’s right for our first time together, and I don’t think anyone will notice.”
I certainly hope not because I’m about to have a lush, beautiful young woman ride my stiffness in the middle of a darkened theater. Holy fuck. Who would have thought that this would happen?
But sure enough, Cindy edges herself into my lap while leaning forward so that her hands grip the back of the chair in front of us. She lifts her swollen slit and bumps it gently against my seeping head, moaning a bit as her nether lips part around the enormous girth.
“Oh my goodness,” she sighs while tilting her chin up, her lashes falling closed. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
Neither can I, for that matter, but I’m not a man to question an opportunity when it presents itself. Gently gripping her waist, I nudge my shaft against those wet folds, slowly increasing the pressure.
“You’re going to feel full, sweetheart, but I know you can take it. Just relax and let yourself enjoy.”
She lets out another low hum of pleasure as her breasts quiver with anticipation. Then Cindy widens her thighs even more and begins to lower herself onto my massive pole.
“Oooh!” she squeals. “Oh my god!”
In the flickering light of the screen, I can see what’s happening. Cindy’s facing away from me, but she’s bent over just enough so that I can watch as my throbbing member disappears into her tiny pussy. Her lips grip me, stretched so thin that they look like rubber bands. And yet, the girl keeps going. She keeps sliding and sliding, her body swallowing my hugeness until finally, we come to a barrier inside.
“Cindy, is that—?”
But my words are too late because with a thrust of her hips, it happens. The beautiful blonde breaks her hymen on my shaft and I let out a small spurt of pleasure.
“Holy fuck,” I curse under my breath. “Fuckin’ shit.”
I can’t move because this girl was a virgin who just gave me her cherry right here, in public. She used my thick, pulsing male member to pop her cherry and didn’t even tell me beforehand. And yet, Cindy loves it. She lets out a strained mewl, holding still, and takes a deep breath.