Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Mmm, fuck,” I ground out, still restraining myself, trying to go slow because this was new to her. “Fuck.”
But my girl was resilient, a real butt slut, and she egged me on with breathy gasps, shocks of delight lighting her eyes.
“More,” she huffed. “More, Tucker, I want it deep in my ass.”
And I was only too happy to oblige. I began to pound her hard then, my balls slapping against her cheeks as I nailed her, again and again and again. And fuck, it felt so fucking good, I could feel her anal walls stroking every inch of my dick, the resistance so dry and tight, that after a few pumps, it was all over.
“FUUUUCK!” I roared, jetting deep spurts of sperm up her ass. “FUUUCK!” I growled, seizing handfuls of tit flesh as great gusts of white shot up her backside, christening that inner channel with its first taste of pure jizz, its first sample of male virility.
And the sensational feeling of hot juices spurting into her back chamber forced the girl over the edge as well. Her hand was a motor between her thighs as her butthole clamped down on my dick, shivers of ecstasy shooting out from our anal connection.
“Ahhh!” Laurie shrieked. “Oh fuck, my butt!”
And I just trashed it harder, lash after lash of hot white disappearing up that tiny channel, spreading my man milk, seeding her with the fertile brew. The brunette did her part too, her convulsions pulling my sperm deeper inside, up towards her GI tract, every shake of her rectum magnifying the vacuum effect.
And after it was all over, I collapsed on her plush form, our bodies sweaty, glued together with a sticky film of various fluids.
“Fuck little girl,” I ground out. “You’re going to kill me with this sex shit.”
And the brunette just tittered, her breasts jiggling as they cushioned my chest.
“I know,” she said sweetly. “And Tucker, I want more, again please.”
And with that, my dick came again, more semen pumping into her butt, twitching and jerking in her anal chamber. Because what I’d suspected all along was true. This little whore, my personal fuckdoll, was perfect for me in every way.
15
Laurie
I yawned, lazily, still in the tub. Tucker would be back soon and it was going to be good times tonight, the way it is every night. Because I’ve moved in with him in the Tribeca loft, even though it doesn’t really belong to him.
“But when will your friends be back?” I asked, puzzled. “I mean, wouldn’t it be easier for you to move in with me, so that they don’t walk in on us … on us …” I murmured, a little shy.
But Tucker finished my sentence.
“Walk in on us having sex?” he said with an eyebrow lifted. “Baby there’s nothing more that I’d like. Fucking you in public, other dudes watching those tits bounce up and down as my dick goes in, jealous as fuck? That’s my dream, baby girl, that’s my dream.”
And I just laughed because the big man could be so impossible. Even when I tried to get serious again, he brushed off my question.
“Don’t worry, they’re sailing the Mediterranean for god knows how long,” he said nonchalantly. “I wouldn’t worry about them coming back and giving us the boot.”
“But surely they’ll be back sometime,” I said, puzzled. “I mean, this apartment is so gorgeous, who wouldn’t want to live here?”
But Tucker shrugged.
“I know right? But it’s their life not ours. And you, baby girl, are moving in stat.”
And so my stuff was packed up and brought to the loft by movers the next day. Everything happened so quickly, I guess it was good that I’d never unpacked most of my things.
“Just put her things in the master bedroom,” Tucker directed authoritatively, pointing to a box of my personal items. “Everything into the master.”
And I just shook my head, sighing. Really? Seems like we were playing house right away, a man and wife snug in their home, taking care of each other, sharing each other’s bodies, each other’s lives. But the alpha male was authoritative, so sure of himself, that I found myself swept along with the tide, more breathless than anything, without time to reflect.
But I was adamant about at least one thing. I wasn’t giving up my place on the Lower East side no matter what Tucker said.
“Break your lease,” he growled when he found out. “Why pay rent when you’re living here now?”
I just sighed gustily.
“First,” I said, “We have no idea when your friends are going to be back so we’ll need a place to stay when they do.”
“Yeah but we could use a hotel,” he interrupted. “That’s what hotels are for.”
I shook my head. The big man seemed to have a completely different relationship with money than me, with the way he’d signed off on the thousand dollar moving bill, how nonchalant he was about putting up good money every night to rest our heads.