Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
I sigh. She has no idea how fucking luscious she is.
“Don’t hide from me, baby girl. Let me see you.”
Tatum hesitates for a moment before letting her arms drop to the side. She’s delicious; I salivate at the sight of her. Her curves look so soft. I’ve never been more desperate to get my hands on somebody. She lifts and cups her breasts, one in each hand, and squeezes, and I begin to stroke up and down the length of my shaft, seeking relief from the torment of being teased by this perfect creature. She’s the fucking Venus of Willendorf, and I am here to worship at her altar. She pinches her nipples between her thumbs and index fingers ‘til they grow hard and darker in color. I stroke myself faster, imagining what they might taste like.
“I want to see you, too,” she says, her voice husky with desire.
I sit up and look around. With so little furniture, there isn’t really anywhere to set my phone up, so I just hold it high enough that she can see me as I jerk off to the sight of her.
“You’re so big,” she says, and it sounds like a moan.
“But you won’t have any problem taking me,” I say, and watch her lashes flutter in response.
“Um,” she stammers, “I’ve never…”
I bring my phone closer to my face so that I can see her, brows arched in question.
“I’ve never taken…anything,” she says.
“Nothing?” Goddamn. I knew she was inexperienced, but not quite to this degree. It’s not like I expected her to reveal the nuances of her sexual exploits to the man she thought was her father. I just assumed she kept the ins and outs of her dating life to herself, not that she didn’t have much to speak of.
“Well,” she says, canting her head gently to one side. “I’ve taken my own fingers, of course.”
“Anything else?”
She averts her gaze before turning over and rising, walking out of the frame of the camera. I hear her rustling around somewhere off screen before she returns with a hot pink vibrator the size and shape of a medium zucchini. She grins devilishly.
“This,” she says. “I’ve taken this.”
“Show me,” I say. “I want to watch you take it.”
Tatum situates herself on the bed, knees spread, and it looks like she might plunge the toy home. But then she hesitates, bringing it to her mouth. She gives the toy a few licks before sliding it between her lips, deep into her mouth. I groan involuntarily, watching her suck that pink toy like a cock. I have to stop jerking off before I come too soon, before the show even has a chance to get started.
After a few torturous minutes, she withdraws the vibrator and turns it on. I hear the low-grade buzzing as she trails it over the slopes of her body, bringing it to rest against her clit. She arches her back and works it steadily between her folds, before sliding into her sweet, slick pussy.
I am beyond words now. I can only watch as she fucks herself, her eyes locked on the screen where she’s watching me watch her juices glisten on the shaft of the toy.
“I like that you can see me,” she says. “I like that I want to do whatever you tell me to do.”
“Is that so?” I have never been harder in my life.
“Mmhmm,” she groans, allowing her eyes to close.
“What are you imagining?”
“You,” she says.
“Tell me more. What am I doing?”
“You’re putting your big cock where this toy is right now.” She uses her other hand to rub her clit as she slides the toy in and out of her cunt.
“I want you to come for me, Tatum. Be a good girl and come for me.”
“Yes,” she whimpers, “yes…” Her entire body tenses and she lets out a small cry before she’s rocked by the force of her orgasm. Her thighs tremble. The sight of her release sends me over the edge, shooting spurts of cum onto the bare plane of my abdomen.
Her breasts heave as she pants, catching her breath. I watch as the toy slips from her cleft to the mattress. She stays there, bared to me, with a languid smile on her gorgeous face. I can’t help but smile back as I admire the tattoos all over her body, stunning artwork on the loveliest canvas.
“God, Tatum, that was…”
“I know,” she says. “It really was.” Her posture changes suddenly. I can hear Nina calling her from somewhere else in the house. She rises quickly and runs over to snag the phone. “I’ve gotta get dressed for work.”
“That’s a damn shame.” I chuckle. She worries her lip as tension colors her features. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Nothing, I just…” She runs a fidgety hand through her hair. “Look, this won’t make things weird, right? Like you’re not going to avoid me now, are you?”