Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
She mewls and pants below me, taking me all while her pussy milks me for every last drop. My balls shudder and shoot until they’re absolutely dry, pumping her full of creamy semen.
Finally, we finish and I pull out, half-soft. My shaft is shiny and drenched in her fluids, and she wobbles a bit before I help her into one of the chairs. Her pussy lips are still swollen and gleaming and on impulse, I bend down to press another kiss to her clit. She squeals, and then laughs.
“Mr. Hemsworth, I didn’t know you were so dirty,” she teases.
My blue eyes flash, and I can feel myself getting hard again.
I merely laugh.
“Sweetheart, do you remember how I mentioned I wanted to see your lips on my cock?”
Her eyes grow wide, even as they fill anew with hunger.
“Yes,” comes her purr.
“Well, this is the time,” I say, sitting back in my own chair as my shaft begins to harden again. We both watch as it grows and thickens, the vein along the bottom pulsing hungrily with need. “Are you ready?” I gesture, and immediately, Britney falls to her knees before me. Her sweet pink lips open, and my head drops back as she licks the tip experimentally. A long trail of semen connects her tongue to my head, and it’s so fucking disturbing to see. After all, the girl is lush, nude, and innocent. But then her eyes grow mischievous, and she leans forward again, taking another sip from my dick. Ahhh, this is the life. Maybe I’ve debauched my new employee, but it was worth every moment of pleasure.
8
Britney
My curls are crazy, despite the ridiculous amount of product I put in my hair today. I was hoping to tame them a bit, but that’s clearly not happening.
I inherited my hair from my mom, and as a result, I have a wild mop of chestnut corkscrews. By contrast, my brother’s lucky because he looks just like our father. Dad was tall and handsome, with straight, light brown hair cropped close to his head. Joey keeps his styled the same way, and more and more, he reminds me of our father.
But swallowing hard, I look at myself again in the mirror. My hair isn’t the only feature I got from our mother. I also have her intense curves and her petite stature. I’m only a little over five feet tall, just like she was, and we both have wide, thick hips, perfect for bearing a child. I think they’re annoying because my jeans are always loose at the waist and unbearably tight at the hips, but Mom used to say an hourglass figure was something men appreciate.
A smile flits across my lips as a twinge goes through my pussy. John certainly liked my body, that’s for sure. I still can’t believe we did that in the back room at ShopMore. I was completely nude, letting him touch and kiss me anywhere. He sucked my clit before tonguing me furiously, and then came in me a few times. Yes, we made love more than once. He had me on my hands and knees on the carpet in his office, and I swear I have rug burn today.
But the worst part? That I want to do it again.
Suddenly, my brother pokes his head into my room, startling me.
“What are you doing?” Joey asks suspiciously.
I jump, surprised. I knew he was home because he’s always home now, but I thought he was reading or watching TV. I was hoping to sneak out to work without having to talk to my brother because the truth is that I’m a terrible liar. If Joey starts asking too many questions, I’ll spill everything about what happened with John, and then the anger will start. No way will my brother approve of a liaison between me and the CEO. In fact, he might just kill John, that’s how enraged he’d be.
“I’m getting ready for work,” I say lightly. At least that part is true.
Joey squints.
“Yeah, but why are you messing with your hair? It’s only the grocery store.”
I roll my eyes. “I haven’t done my hair in a while, so I figured I’d do it today. You know, the pandemic is no reason to get sloppy.”
Thankfully, Joey accepts this answer and doesn’t press for more information.
“It looks fine, Brit. You look more like Mom every day.”
I smile sadly. “Thanks, Joey.”
He nods.
“Have a good day at work, and let me know if you need a ride home.”
I shoot him a half-smile.
“I think I’ll be okay to walk, but I’ll call you if I need you. Love you, too.”
Joey leaves, and I blow out a breath in relief. Yesterday, John drove me home, dropping me off at the entrance to the trailer park, but I lied and told Joey that it was just Kathy. Who knows what my brother would think if he saw our fiery good-bye kiss?