Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” I breathed. “Fuck me.”
She laughed. Around my cock.
Sweet good goddamn.
She hadn’t so much as taken a single tiny lick at the pre-come that was dotting the tip of my cock, and I was ready to blow.
I mean, yes, I’d masturbated—a lot—since the last time I’d had sex. But I’d never been the type of guy to just go find a woman and fuck her.
But maybe I should have because…I was seconds away from blowing my load and she hadn’t so much as gotten me into her mouth all the way yet.
“I can’t do this,” I squeezed my eyes shut. “If I don’t fuck you now, I’m going to blow my load down your throat, and then lose the ability to stand, let alone hold you up. So get up here.”
I could feel her indecision.
Could also feel the reluctance in her movements.
The moment she was standing, though, she let me go and placed both of her hands on my chest.
“I’m gonna be okay, Johnny,” she promised.
I knew she would. She was a strong girl.
“If you need me to stop, just say so.”
I felt her nod against my chest.
“Put your hands on me,” she pleaded.
I did, and the moment that my hands touched the sides of her hips, she started to shimmy her shirt up. “My skin,” she ordered. “Touch my skin.”
I followed her directions, moving my hands from her hips to her ribs, and felt my hands clench.
She shuddered, and I immediately removed them.
“No,” she snapped. “That was a good response. Not a bad one.”
I didn’t want to fuck this up. I wanted to make sure it was good.
I wasn’t sure what to do. Where to put my hands. And I was getting more and more convinced that doing it here and now was a bad idea.
But when I expressed that opinion moments later, I never would’ve guessed at the response I got.
“I think we should take this to your place…or mine,” I suggested, hoping that she’d want to take it somewhere else and not call it off completely.
What I hadn’t expected was for her to start stripping right there instead of leaving.
“June…”
“No.”
“But June…”
“No,” she repeated.
Then, without waiting for me to protest a third time, she launched herself at me.
It took everything I had not to fall backward on my ass. I hadn’t expected it at all, and there was nothing I could do but hold on and hope that my balance was good enough to keep us both upright.
It was, but only just barely.
My pants slid all the way down, and there was nothing covered from the point where my uniform shirt stopped, right around the middle of my ass, to where my pants were bunched around my ankles.
“June…”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
My arms were wrapped around her, holding her so tightly to me because I didn’t want to chance her falling and me having to move my hands lower.
Like to her ass where I so desperately wanted them.
Before I could do anything more, her mouth found mine, and my dick took over. My brain decided that other things were much more important at this point and then redirected all my blood flow back to my cock.
Everything was back to rock hard, and my balls were drawn up so tightly that I would’ve been worried had she not had me tied in knots.
I could feel the heat of her pussy practically branding my stomach, and I wanted nothing more than to do some rearranging. However, June was doing awesome, and since I didn’t want to freak her out, and I had no idea how fast I should proceed, I let her do all the work.
I held her up, but she decided it was go-time when she reached between us and placed my cock at her entrance.
Once she had it resting at the mouth of her pussy, she skimmed her lips along the line of my jaw, and then paused next to my ear. “Push it inside me.”
I let her weight go slightly and felt the heat of her swallow the tip of my cock.
I swallowed tightly, my eyes clenching shut at the feeling of her practically burning me.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she breathed.
Or maybe that was me?
I wasn’t really firing on all cylinders at this point. Especially when she started to wiggle to try to get more of me.
“Johnny, please,” she mewled. “You’re killing me.”
I swallowed, and loosened my hold even more, then went a step further and pressed her back up against the brick wall of the building.
I was so focused on her, and everything I was feeling, as well as not coming like a two-pump chump, that I failed to pay attention to the important things. Such as the fact that neither one of us had thought to put on a condom—or our surroundings.
I dropped her down farther and swallowed convulsively when she started to clench and unclench.