Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I inhale that truth and exhale my acquiescence, “God, yes sir.”
“Good girl.” His finger circles me there and the gentle pressure feels incredible. It becomes a slow massage as he teases my pleats, spiraling around them. But then he drips more lubricant, although I don’t even notice the cold this time. My muscles are completely at ease, in addition to my mind. But arousal is making parts of me swell and moisten on their own, desperate to be filled.
His fingertip lightly trespasses my final boundary, tunneling within that dark hole. The sensation is electric and the naughty invasion makes me clench at first before I relax.
“More, oh god, please more!”
“I’ll give you more when I want to give you more,” he rasps, his finger violating me deeper. There is no pain. No discomfort. Just intense pleasure and it rides up from my ass to my brain. “Oh, thank you, sir!”
He tunnels his finger in again and gratitude drips from my mouth. Finally, his finger is plugged deep all the way and he growls with satisfaction.
“You’re taking my finger like a champ, my pet. Surely this can’t be your first time?”
“It is,” my voice chokes out. I am on the brink of madness. Lust is boiling within me, and I can hardly think straight.
“Then you’re perfect for this, aren’t you?”
“Yes!” I whimper.
His finger slides away and disappointment bears down on my bones. I need him to fill me up, in any way he wants. I can’t stop shaking as my body teeters over the edge of insanity. Finally, I feel his cock at my rear entrance and I sigh with pent-up anticipation. It’s blunt against me there, not like his finger. He pauses for a moment.
“Green, sweetheart?”
“YES!”
With that, his cock begins its penetration. Just the tip, at first. The stretch is powerful and delicious, and I whine as my muscles ache. He strokes my back while increasing the pressure and then with a pop, his head burrows into that dark hole. That’s when I lose my mind. I scream and my body shakes violently, and he pulls out instantly.
“Are you alright? Oh shit, Janie, don’t tell me I hurt you.”
But my asshole’s blinking at him, desperate to be filled again.
“Fuck, yes! Please, more!”
He growls, his own passion coming to the fore now.
“Always give a lady what she wants,” he says before thrusting his length back into me. Then he pulls back a bit, and thrusts in even deeper, following the same pattern he did with his finger. It’s incredible and I wonder if I could come from this alone. His hips kiss my backside and I realize he’s worked that massive shaft all the way inside me.
Brent relentlessly pounds me into the mattress and his grunts begin to fill the room. His rhythm is perfect, and I float away on a sea of his beastly sounds and intense penetration. His cock swells in me and becomes a tighter fit. I’m half in this world and half in the next, when he shouts, “Oh fuck!”
Hot jizz fills my behind and that does it. I scream as well, my anal ring clamping down on his shaft while milking him for more. The sensation is so intense that I literally see stars. Then my vision goes black as I collapse, my ass stuffed full.
But Brent’s still in back of me, coming and cussing simultaneously.
“Fuck!” he roars. “Oh shit! Turn away, Harlow, turn away!”
These are not his usual words. I rouse myself and try to swivel, but I can’t turn around to see. I can’t budge because I’m stuck tight like a pig on a stick.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” a woman’s voice screams.
Brent pulls out of my back end in a jiffy and says, “I can explain!”
“JANE?!” the woman screams.
I know that voice. My heart sinks when it hits me and I want to die. I literally press my face even harder in the mattress, trying to avoid my friend. Meanwhile, Brent tosses a blanket over me and tells his daughter, “Okay, calm down, this isn’t as bad as it seems.”
But then, I come to my senses.
“Untie me!” I demand. “I want to talk to Harlow.”
My friend groans.
“Oh my god, I did NOT HEAR THAT!”
“Go to the living room. I’ll be right there,” Brent says in a tight voice.
“Yeah,” she says sarcastically. “Take all the time you need, Dad.”
I hear her footsteps disappear down the stairs, and I look up a bit.
“Red!” comes my voice.
“Sorry,” Brent huffs. He releases all my straps before helping me roll over. I tip over to my right side and my whole body is stiff, but adrenaline forces me to my feet. I rub the burn marks on my wrists while I stammer, “Oh my god, did that just happen?” Unfortunately, it’s clear it did because there’s hot jism leaking down my thigh and my bottom hole feels a bit sore.