Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
As Debbie Reynolds danced onscreen, Dylan’s hips began to rock slightly. “Mmm, Andrea,” he groaned. “Your mouth feels amazing.”
I glowed with pride at his words. Emboldened, I took him even deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his impressive size.
“Fuck,” Dylan hissed. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”
I gagged slightly as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, but I forced myself to breathe through my nose and keep going. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but the discomfort only fueled my determination to please him.
As the movie neared its end, Dylan’s hand tightened in my hair. “Lick my balls, sweetheart,” he commanded softly.
I obeyed without hesitation, letting his cock slip from my mouth with a wet pop. I nuzzled against his heavy sack, inhaling his musky scent before tentatively extending my tongue. The texture was strange but not unpleasant as I licked his wrinkly scrotum, drawing a deep groan from Dylan.
“Good girl,” he growled. “Get them nice and wet.”
I lapped at his testicles eagerly, relishing the way they tightened under my ministrations. Dylan’s breathing grew heavier, his hips rolling slightly as I pleasured him.
The final notes of ‘You Are My Lucky Star’ faded as the credits began to roll. Dylan tugged gently on my hair, urging me to look up at him. His eyes were dark with desire as he gazed down at me.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I think you’ve earned your reward.”
With surprising strength, he pulled me up and flipped me onto my back. I gasped as he pushed my knees back toward my ears, folding me nearly in half. I felt my face go crimson as I saw my accepted suitor gazing hungrily at my still-tender holes, his cock huge and hard in his hand, ready to use his property.
Dylan positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his erection nudging against my slick folds. “Are you ready for me, Andrea?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed. “Please…”
He pushed forward slowly, stretching me open inch by delicious inch. I gasped at the exquisite fullness, my inner walls fluttering around his thick shaft as he sank deeper. When he was fully seated within me, he paused, allowing me to adjust to his size.
“You feel incredible, sweetheart,” Dylan murmured, his voice sounding strained, as if with the effort of holding still. “Such a sweet little cooch.”
I whimpered in response, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Dylan began to move, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in with agonizing slowness. Each gentle thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.
“Oh, god,” I breathed, my hands clutching at Dylan’s broad shoulders. “It feels so good…”
Dylan maintained his languid pace, his strokes deep and measured. He gazed down at me with such tenderness that I felt my heart might burst. His hands roamed over my body, caressing my breasts and teasing my sensitive nipples.
As the pleasure built, I found myself longing for more. My hips began to rock against Dylan’s, trying to urge him to increase his speed. But he kept his movements maddeningly slow and controlled.
“Please,” I whimpered, my nails digging into his back. “Please, sir… harder, please… I need it so bad…”
Dylan’s eyes darkened with lust at my words. “Are you sure that’s what you want, sweetheart?” he growled. “You want me to fuck you like the naughty little slut you are?”
“Yes!” I cried out, beyond caring how wanton I sounded. “Please, sir. I need it.”
With a low growl, Dylan pulled back and slammed into me with bruising force. I let out a strangled cry at the sudden change in intensity, my body arching off the bed.
“Is this what you wanted?” Dylan grunted, setting a punishing pace. “To be fucked hard and deep by your accepted suitor?”
“Yes, sir!” I gasped, clinging to him desperately as he pounded into me. “Thank you, sir!”
The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and our mingled cries of pleasure. I bit my lip hard, trying to muffle my screams as the intensity of sensation threatened to overwhelm me.
Dylan noticed my restraint and shook his head. “Don’t hold back, sweetheart,” he commanded. “I want to hear you. Let everyone know how good I’m making you feel.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through my body. I released my lower lip from between my teeth, no longer trying to stifle my cries of ecstasy. My voice rang out, filling the room with uninhibited moans and gasps of pleasure.
“Oh, god, Dylan! Yes!” I screamed, my inhibitions falling away completely. “It feels so good, sir!”
Dylan’s powerful thrusts drove me higher and higher, each impact sending shockwaves of bliss radiating through my core. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him even deeper inside me. The coarse hair at the base of his cock rubbed deliciously against my sensitive clit with each stroke, adding to the overwhelming sensations.