Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
It is, because Paisley’s got on a red outfit that leaves little to the imagination. And what she’s saying is true too. Ever since we started dating, my girl has been ramping it up on the wardrobe-front. No longer does she wear jeans and t-shirts every day, although to be honest, I didn’t mind the innocent babysitter look at all. Instead, Paisley has begun to dress more feminine, with an assortment of pretty floral frocks and even crop tops and short skirts sometimes. I’m totally into it because anything that makes my woman more confident, I support.
But the red miniskirt she has on tonight is especially sexy. It’s a shiny latex material that looks glued to her body, and she’s paired it with a red corset top laced so tight that the tops of her breasts look like giant scoops of creamy ice cream perched on top. Not only that, but she’s got red fuck me stilettos on which make her legs look even longer and more toned than usual.
“Wow,” I marvel, taking in the sight from behind. “You do look sexy, honey. But did you walk here in those heels? Or take the subway? I can’t imagine the looks you were getting.”
“Oh silly!” Paisley giggles while wiggling her bum at me. “No, of course not! I ubered here because it’s not safe to take the subway these days with rising crime rates and all. I swear, I hate public transportation.”
Okay, this is fucking weird because my woman is a huge fan of the Metropolitan Transit Authority. I get that the subways can get skeezy and there are millions, if not billions, of rats in the tunnels, but Paisley has always been a staunch supporter of public transit. She says it’s the great equalizer, so it’s strange that she’s suddenly done a one-eighty.
I open my mouth to comment on this change, but suddenly, all the air rushes out of my lungs because Paisley’s done something sensuous and fucking dirty. The sassy blonde has edged her mini-skirt up until it bunches at her hips, revealing a tiny red thong cleaving those big white cheeks in two. The strap of lace is buried dirtily between her creamy moons and as I watch, she reaches in back of herself and pulls it out slowly while making deliciously filthy eye contact.
“Oooh, my g-string is wet, Daddy,” she purrs. “Would you like to see?”
Immediately, I’m in back of her, running my finger over that tiny strip of lace. The fabric is more than wet. It’s sopping already and Paisley moans, pressing her cheek against the kitchen counter as my finger gently trails over those swollen cunt lips.
“Fuck, you’re soaked, baby,” I rasp. “I had no idea you were going to walk in like a horny bitch in heat, but I like it.”
“You do, don’t you?” she coos in a fluttery voice. “Then why don’t you put it in and see how good I feel? I promise, it’s tight.”
Of course she’s tight because I’m the only man who’s ever been inside her. With a growl, I tear the thong right off her ass before kneeing her legs apart with my own. Then, my cock’s out and Paisley gasps when she catches a glimpse.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, lashes fluttering. “Oh shit.”
“You’ve taken my dick in all your holes already,” I rasp, running one big hand up and down the stiffness. “It shouldn’t be a surprise at this point.”
But Paisley merely moans and presses her face straight down into the cold tile. Okay, that’s a bit of a weird move, but then again, I’ve forced her into some contorted positions during our lovemaking in the past, so I shouldn’t talk. Still, her breasts look oddly round as they’re squashed against the marble countertop. It’s almost as if they’re too circular, and they don’t smush the way normal breast tissue should. But that’s weird because I know for a fact that my woman has never had any plastic surgery. Hmm, is there something she’s not telling me?
Still, I’m too horny to ask at the moment, especially with that dripping wet pussy mere inches away. Making a mental note, I take my cock in hand and notch it at her hole before pushing in deep with one powerful thrust. Paisley’s lifted onto her toes from my size, her head popping up as a wail bursts from her lips.
“Ohhh fuck! You’re so big!” she shrieks, hands scrabbling desperately at the cold tile. “Unnnh!”
But something’s wrong. After all, Paisley’s cunt has never had another man’s dick inside, so she’s become molded to my shape. Her vagina fits me in ways no other woman has, and the squeeze of her pussy on my shaft right now is different. It’s off, and suddenly, I know that this isn’t Paisley at all. This is someone else, although I have no idea who it could be.