Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“Owwww!” I howl. “Owwww!”
It stings so good and hurts so bad. I feel sparks shoot from my pussy as my ass tingles, the creamy white skin deepening with a lash of red.
“Fuck you,” is all he says in return, and he smacks me again, this time on the backs of my thighs.
“Ouch!” I scream this time. “Please, Mr. Phillips!”
“Please what?” he heaves, his hand raised. “What do little girls say please for?”
“Please … please do it again!” I shriek, my boobs heaving and the backs of my thighs tingling with white fire, numb with agony and ecstasy.
But Mr. Phillips wants it a different way this time. He heaves me around so that I fall flat on my back on the big bed, a tiny pair of panties my only shield against his gaze. And without missing a beat, he smacks the flat of his hand against my pussy.
“Owww!” I squeal, squirming. My cunt overheats in a second, the gush of moisture between my thighs becoming a stream. “Owww!”
His eyes eat me up, hungry like an animal, and his dick pokes out from his jeans so hard and so big that I think it might pop through the stiff denim. But there is still more in store.
“Take them off,” he hisses, his blue eyes devouring my curvy form. I can feel the heat of them on my curves.
This time, I obey without question. Scrambling, I hitch the panties over my hips, pulling the damp lace off and baring everything to him. I even part my thighs without asking, showing him my moist, gleaming folds and the way my clit has poked through my labia, begging for his touch, stiff and nubby.
But he wants more.
“Hold yourself open,” he grinds out, his eyes fierce on my pussy, “because I’m going to spank your clit.”
I don’t know what makes me come right then, whether it’s the anticipation of his hand on my sensitive nub or the fact that I’m so turned on that I can’t control my body. But I spurt like a wild woman, my pussy arching, heaving, and spasming uncontrollably as sprays of juice rain down, showering my lower belly and thighs with droplets of fragrant liquid.
And Mr. Phillips stares at me the entire time, witnessing the deep pussy spurts from my moist, glistening flesh as I come hard. I give it all away just then – my deepest secret. Without meaning to, I scream as I come, my eyes locked with his, my legs parted as my pussy clenches.
“Stonnnne!” I moan, our eye contact electric as my body thrashes with sensation. “I love you!”
The admission only intensifies my orgasm. I come again and again, my back almost arching off the bed, my legs spread on the coverlet, and my boobs heaving.
As the last spurt shoots into the air, the clear pussy juice a fountain of nectar, Stone surprises me. He pushes his head between my legs, catches it in his mouth, and drinks it before swallowing audibly, savoring the honey.
“Fuuuck” is all he can manage, his face pressed into the sweetness between my thighs as his tongue runs up and down my folds. “Fuck me.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Stone
I don’t know how this has gotten as far as it has. But Evie is so beautiful, so tempting, and yet so real that I’ve fallen head over heels for her. Can you believe it? Stone Phillips, scion of the Phillips family, has fallen in love with one of his students.
It wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m supposed to be getting away from women, not losing my heart to a curvy nymphette. But that’s what’s happened. It crept up on me, I guess. At first, it was just our dalliances in the classroom, but it got to a point where I was so desperate to see her again, so excited to spend quality time with the brunette, that I went all out for our dinner date. I’d cooked, actually cooked – which I haven’t done in ages – pulling out my best roast chicken with carrots, a gourmet recipe that was handed down from my beloved Nana years ago.
I’m from a rich family, and it’s Nana’s desire to see me married before she dies. There are so many girls, all of the time, throwing themselves at the handsome and rich Stone Phillips, the only son of an only son, who’s set to inherit billions. But I don’t want their attention. I don’t like the girls from my social set; they are so conniving, so greedy, and so fucking skinny all of the time. I hate when they brush up against me with their bony clavicles, their chests that cave inwards instead of out, and their hips that jut painfully. I’m always afraid that one or the other will disintegrate into ash, they are so fucking dry and brittle.