Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Are you ready, Catherine?” he growls.
I don’t think it matters if I’m ready, because Hunter releases my hand and tugs at the button to his pants. It springs free, and then he invites me to do the honors.
“The zipper, sweetheart?”
I nod, and with trembling fingers, undo the silver zip at his crotch. But nothing pops out. The hard, bulging shape remains contained within the stiff denim of his jeans.
Hunter nods as I stare at him with anticipation. Carefully, I slip my hand into the dark hole of his pants. The soft smooth skin of his shaft startles me even more than the low growl coming from deep within his chest.
Did I do something wrong?
Retracting my hand, I look at him with wide eyes. But he merely shakes his head.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Pull it out and put it in your mouth.”
Keeping my eyes locked on him, my fingers dip into the fly of his pants for a second time. He sucks in a shallow breath as I curl my fist around the base of his shaft and slip his cock out.
My eyes go wide as I take in that huge length. He has to be ten inches at least. His cock throbs before my eyes, a vein running along the bottom. The purple head drips wetly, and my mouth goes dry upon seeing it.
Slowly I lower myself to my knees even as his left hand pushes my head down. Opening my mouth, I gently flick my tongue over the crown of his head, tasting him for the first time. Hunter’s fingers dig into my hair. His hips rock as he groans again beneath the butterfly touch.
“More sweetheart,” he begs. “I need more.”
Tentatively, I reach forward again, and this time I suck his head a bit into my mouth, surprised by the musky, masculine taste of his seed. But Hunter can’t wait. He eases more and more of his member into my throat until he fills me.
“Take it all,” he groaned, pushing my head towards his hips. Panic gripped me as I stared up at him.
Was he going to stop? I can’t take this much of him… breathe, breathe. That’s it. Flatten your tongue and don’t struggle.
Hunter’s cock slipped further down my throat until my throat muscles closed around him like a wet pussy. I squeezed my fingers tighter around the base of his cock as he pumped his hips towards my face. His dick slipped in and out of my throat and with each deep thrust, I tried to focus on my breathing. He groans again, eyes closed.
“I knew you could handle me,” Hunter says, entwining his fingers in my hair. “God, you feel amazing. Just stay still and let me work it.”
I do as he orders. The last thing I needed was for my gag reflex to spike, causing me to choke with embarrassment. Hunter stared down at me with a crooked smile that set my heart fluttering. His dick slid out of my mouth until only the head of his cock was left balancing on my lips.
“That’s good,” he said in an approving tone that caused my juices to trickle out of me and soak my panties. My pussy throbbed and ached as I imagined Hunter easing his cock deep inside of me, stretching me wide.
Before I even realized it, I found myself slipping one hand between my legs and rubbing my pussy. The smile on Hunter’s face grew as he spied me teasing myself.
“Do you need some attention?” he asks, wrapping his fingers around his cock and pulling it out from my mouth.
No. I wanted that. I eye his glistening member hungrily, and he lets out a low chuckle.
“Baby needs it, alright.”
I reached my hand out to take back what he stole from me, but I’m not fast enough. He side-stepped my hand and instead, reached down for my waist. In a swift motion, the man lifted me up and sat me on the couch. With a knowing smile on his lips, his fingers gripped the waistline of my jeans and moved around until he found the fastener.
“What are you doing?” I asked. Shaking his head, he flicked his thumb and undid the button in one go. My heart raced as my breathing grew quick. Slowly, he eased the zipper of my jeans down.
Crap. Of course, this would happen the day I wear my granny panties. I knew I should have done laundry last Sunday. But there was no stopping Hunter now. He was on his knees, helping me shimmy out of my jeans. With each passing moment, my body quivers more. I wasn’t cold, but excited, and the heat from my core seemed to intensify.
Finally, the denim came off and Hunter inhaled my sweet scent deeply. Then he chuckled.
“Nice,” he said, glancing at the white cotton underwear. A giggle escaped my lips as my face flushed. I guess it wasn’t so bad. At least my panties aren’t the type that looks like grandmother’s girdle.