Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I locked it,” he growled, “you didn’t notice, but I took care of everything baby girl.”
And despite my reservations, I could feel myself melting, my body growing soft and warm under his, receptive to that demanding male form. It was senior year and I could afford to relax a little, enjoy some downtime with a handsome man, especially one who’d “saved” me during biology class. I wanted this, I wanted to explore physical attraction with someone who made me steamy inside.
And Blake wasn’t taking no for an answer. His hands had been busy, undoing the strap at my neck, slowly peeling off the pink dress until I was before him clad in nothing but my swimsuit.
“Thinking about taking a dip?” he said, his eyes ravenous, trailing up and down my curves. “I like a little skinny-dipping, invite me anytime.”
“Oh that,” I breathed, giggling a bit. “Yeah Chrissy said we should have our swimsuits underneath just in case we got pushed into the pool or something.”
“Good thinking,” he growled, bending his head to nuzzle at my breast, the edge of the nylon fabric just preventing him from accessing my boobs. “Let’s see what you’ve got here,” he continued hungrily, and with a teasing, tantalizing move, pulled the string of my bikini slowly, undoing it, pulling off that pink ruffled fabric.
And judging from his expression, I’ve never been so happy as to have natural Double Ds. They’ve been a pain in the past because sometimes I get back aches, and they make certain outfits look ridiculous as if I were Jessica Rabbit in heat.
But right now, my boobs were full, luscious, the dark pink nips doing me proud. They were erect, standing stiffly in the cool air, and Blake wasted no time in descending on them, suckling the pink into his mouth, rolling the tip around like it was the tastiest piece of candy he’d ever had.
“Ohhh,” I moaned, tossing my head, “mmmm.”
And the big man continued, circling the nub with his tongue, slowly making concentric circles until he’d consumed all of my breast flesh before moving to the other side to do more of the same, suckling hard this time, pulling the hard, sensitive meat against his palate as I writhed and cried out beneath him.
But he was dirtier than I imagined. While suckling, he pulled my hand up to my own breast, directing me to cup my jug.
“Taste,” he commanded.
“What?” I gasped. It felt so good when he did it, but he wanted to do it to myself now?
Blake nodded. “I like seeing my girls taste themselves … everywhere,” he said.
And with a trembling hand, I lifted my mound to my mouth, tentatively licking the point. It was wet, and hard, and … I dunno, good, I guess. It clearly turned Blake on because he watched with rapt eyes as I licked my own tit, that huge mound pressed to my face.
And I started to get into it, never breaking eye contact with the big man, smiling at him as I suckled, massaging my boob, getting into it by rolling the pink a bit before starting up a flat-tongued lave.
“Now both knockers,” he commanded and I gasped again. But I understood exactly what he wanted this time.
With my other hand, I lifted my left breast to my mouth, licking this one as well, savoring it, trailing my tongue over my sensitive areola, moaning a bit as I massaged both jugs at once, even slavering a bit, letting my saliva coat my pink nubs with the glossiest, most tantalizing wetness.
Holding both Double D’s up, I pushed both nipples into my mouth at once, the creamy flesh pendulous and succulent, practically slipping out of my grip. It was fucking dirty and I loved it, feeling twin jets of sensation shoot straight from my nips to my cunt, my little twat getting wet and dirty because of my self-play.
And Blake ate it up. He had his dick out now, his pants unzipped, the huge purple member jutting out as he stroked it firmly, pulling off the head with slight popping sounds, growling as he gazed at me with ravenous eyes.
And it only spurred me on further, knowing that I had a man in my hands, ready to do my bidding like putty.
“Kiss me down there,” I said. “I want to feel you tongue me,” I nodded to my creaming snatch.
The big man was before me on his knees in a flash, his mouth open and panting as he scrabbled furiously at my bikini bottoms. I don’t shave, but I make sure to trim and my landing strip was a mini-rectangle, cute and beckoning. With a moan, Blake dove between my lips, burrowing his tongue into my slit.
“Oohhh!” I squealed, lifting up from my nips. It felt so good to have a man there, to have him sample my female cream, my cunt lips dripping wetly, a trail running down my thigh I was so turned on. Blake was a master – he pulled apart my labia, revealing my little clit standing to attention, and circled it with his tongue before beginning a suck, the jets of sensation making my legs go weak as he devoured the nub of flesh.