Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Tossing her jeans on the floor, I smooth both of my hands up the soft skin of her legs, bending them as I go so her feet rest on the mattress. I then push her thighs wide so she is open to me.
At the sight of her pussy, covered in trimmed curls and already glistening for me, I feel my cock jerk in my jeans. It’s almost as if that bastard has a mind of his own and is impatient to get where I can’t take my eyes off of.
“Brett?” I hear her ask hesitantly.
“Yes, baby?” I answer without moving my eyes from the juncture of her thighs.
“Is it … is everything okay?”
“Oh, hell yeah. This is the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” I finally raise my eyes to look at her face, loving the blush spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. My shy little virgin is worried I don’t like her body. It is time to prove to her exactly how much I love it.
Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my wallet and remove the condom from inside it. It is hard not to laugh at the way Morgan’s eyes go wide as she watches me throw it down on the bed next to her leg.
While she stares at the little foil packet, I unbutton and start to unzip my own jeans. She hears the rasping sound and turns her head to watch my movements. I don’t want her to get scared at the size of my cock, so I shuck my jeans quickly and lie down on the bed before she can get a good look.
“I-Ice?” she stammers, propping herself on her elbows to look at me.
Taking the palm of my hand, I lightly slap over her pussy in reprimand. She gives a surprised little shriek.
“What did I tell you to call me in the bedroom, Morgan?”
“B-Brett.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. You remember that because I want to hear you moaning it in a few seconds, since my tongue is going to be buried between these pink little lips of yours.” I run my finger around her cleft, collecting her juices and spreading them over her clit. “You ready, baby?”
Her head falls back a little bit as she moans, “Yesss.”
Lowering my head, I lightly lick up her opening, pulling her syrupy taste into my mouth. Her body jerks at the contact, but I don’t stop. I part her swollen folds with my tongue and then spear it inside of her, feeling her tightness for the first time. I groan at the sensation, knowing that, when I finally get inside of her, it is going to be a hot, tight, perfect fit around my cock.
Morgan starts whimpering as I swirl my tongue around her opening, inside her, and then back out to swipe over her clit. When she tries to wiggle, I clamp my hands over her hips, stopping the movements and keeping her exactly where I want her.
“Please, Brett, please. You’re killing me.”
“Please what, Morgan?”
“I need more!” she wails.
“You want more of my tongue, sweetheart?” I glide a finger around her opening and then stick the tip inside and wiggle it. “Or do you want my fingers?”
“Ah! Your fingers! Please, your fingers.”
Using my free hand, I push back on her thigh, leaving her even more exposed to me. Then I slowly push the finger already inside of her further in, taking my time so she can feel everything I do to her in excruciating detail. When the tip of my finger bumps against her hymen, I stop, not ready to take that step yet. I want to build her higher, make her hotter, before I rip the last physical evidence of her innocence away.
Bringing my lips down on her clit, I give it a strong suck and feel Morgan buck underneath me. My finger doesn’t stop moving in and out of her hot depths as I kiss and suck her clit, making her go wild.
Pulling my mouth from her, I ask to make sure, “You ready for more?”
“Yes!” she sobs in wild abandon. “I need more, Brett. God, I need more.”
“Then more is what you’ll get, baby.”
I push two fingers inside of her. Feeling her stretch around me as I pump her slowly, yet not too deeply. I go back to loving her clit until she is squirming almost uncontrollably on the bed.
It is time to take what is mine—that barrier—and this time, I am not asking if she is ready.
When I pull my fingers out, she cries a little protest until she feels them at her entrance again. Then, once again, I cover her clit with my mouth, this time sucking harshly as I slam all three fingers as far as they will go inside of her, tearing through her barrier and claiming Morgan for good.