Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
She does good, though. She takes me deep, gasping for air, but I can see a sense of pride within her that she manages to take that much of me. The slight grin on her face grows as I groan with pleasure, and she licks me and begins to bob her head up and down my cock. She shows a lot of natural talent for this, despite her innocent demeanor. As beautiful as she is, and a natural cocksucker too?
I couldn’t have chosen a better woman.
She even caresses my balls, bringing them to her lips between bobs of her head, sucking on them too. She’s so dedicated and driven to please, and I can’t get enough of her.
With a gentle pat on the head, and holding her hair out of the way, I let her bounce her head up and down my cock. But the dark side of me can’t remain silent for long. That grip on her hair turns fierce as I begin to fuck her mouth, thrusting into her and nearly gagging her with my cock.
She takes it. She endures. She’s damn near choking, but that slight grin on her face never goes away. Inside that untouched virgin is a twisted woman ready to escape.
It isn’t long before I can’t hold back anymore. She’s too goddamn much for me, and every little lick, every little suck, every little bit of delightful friction between her mouth and my cock is torturous until I get that final bit of release that I’m after.
I erupt in ecstasy inside her mouth, the surge of my pleasure jetting out of me. She keeps her mouth open wide as I fill her so fully with my cum. It’s too much for her. She swallows as much as she can, like the good little cocksucker that she is, but the remnants spill out of her mouth, leaving her coughing it up and licking up as much as she can.
Stained with my cum, she’s more beautiful than she’s ever been before.
I’m filled with conflict and shame, the feelings clashing with the blissful ache of the blowjob I just received.
Beautiful. Good. Perfect. Lovely. Sweet. Innocent. Naive.
All those words dance around my head. All of them are words that describe Clara.
But I have to add ‘too’ in front of them all. She’s too good, too perfect, too everything for a sick, twisted pervert like me.
“Get up,” I command, my voice still firm even if my breath is ragged.
She stands up in front of me, still naked as the day she was born. Still a tempting little nymph that drives me insane with her presence.
“What’s next, Sebastian?” she says, equal parts curious and fearful.
“We’re done playing for now. Go to your room.”
“Really? We’re done?”
“Yes. We’re done when I say we’re done. Go to your room.”
She’s expecting more.
I was expecting more.
But I guess post-nut clarity is speaking for me now, when my lust for her isn’t as strong. But looking at her as she bends over to pick up her clothes, and the way she looks back at me? My lust isn’t going to stay silent for long.
She scurries back to where I told her to go, leaving me alone.
I pace, naked and angry, next to my bed. My fingers run through my hair, tempted to yank it out of my head in frustration.
Clara deserves someone sweet. A Prince Charming. Not a Prince Asshole. She needs to have a storybook romance, where she’s courted and wooed and proposed to in some elegant fashion. A big marriage at a church, a fancy honeymoon, and only then should her Prince Charming take her virginity and lead her into a happily ever after.
Overly saccharine, sweet to the point of being sickness-inducing, but that’s what she deserves.
I grunt in anger and throw my fist into a wall. It hurts like hell, but I can’t bring myself to care.
I just think of the way she smiled at me. The glee with which she came, and how she sucked my cock.
She deserves that saccharine storybook romance, but is that what she wants?
I’m going nuts thinking about it. I need to hold myself back.
But I’m only a man. And she’s the sexiest thing on the planet.
Who can really blame me for what I just did?
5
CLARA
I do as I’m told and head back to my room. I’m a bit exhausted after the intensity of that moment, and I don’t even bother to redress before climbing into the bed.
My mind is still racing with everything that just happened.
I squeeze my tits with one hand, the other roaming down my body and between my legs, running over my aching clit. My mind focuses on how intensely having Sebastian’s cock in my mouth made me feel. How much it made me feel wanted, how much it made me feel desired.
I stroke myself, shuddering from my own touch. I’m still so fucking wet from all that happened. The tinglings of pleasure linger within me, my body so hungry for more. But after experiencing Sebastian’s touch, I don’t think I’ll be able to come so easily from my own fingers ever again. It would just make me think of him, and how my own hand can’t possibly compare to what a man like him can do to me.