Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19701 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 99(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
I shook all over his rod while my body gave up all its juices. There’s no way I could have any more left. Not after the number of times I’d cum tonight. I could feel the drenched sheets beneath my knees for crap sake.
When my body finally came back down to earth all I could feel were his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips, his tongue stuffed in mouth and his fat cock thumping away inside my twitching twat.
I felt empty when he slid out of me halfway before sliding back in maddeningly slow. He held me so tight I could hardly move but there was no need to, he was moving me pretty good on and off his dick all by his lonesome.
What stamina. It finally registered that he hadn’t cum once in our couple hours long sexual marathon, and didn’t seem like he was in any hurry to now either. I felt him lean over my head and tensed my body in preparation for the feel of his teeth in my neck once again. Instead, I felt the warmth of his breath against my ear.
“Arch your back there’s still room in there for more.” One of his hands left my hip and cupped my breast just as the last of his breath touched my ear. I did as I was told and boy did he go deeper.
“Owww…” This was so not a good idea, why was I doing this? He was sure to ruin me for other men and if he didn’t ruin me completely. I’ve never felt this good in my life. This was going to be hard to beat, in fact, I’m pretty sure it’s impossible.
I arched my back deep with some help from his hand in my back, opening myself wider for his wild thrusts. He got to pounding away on my pussy from back there and I forgot how to think.
His hand pulled on my nipple and the pleasure-pain sent shock waves through me. I was one big mass of feelings when he bit into my neck while his hand caressed my body.
He pressed his palm down over my ovaries as he slammed into me, licked my neck where I’m sure he’d marked me and that was it, I was off again, soaring among the stars.
I made what sounded like grunting noises and nothing at all like the ladylike moans I usually emit in bed. Everything tingled, and what didn’t tingle zinged. I’m sure he could see my face that I’d look a sight because my mouth was hanging open in shock.
Dale Pierson had never done this to my body and he was the man I’d been in love with most of my life. Not since high school when he took my cherry in the back seat of his dad’s old pickup truck the night of homecoming, to the night before the night of our aborted wedding nuptials, that dick never made my hoo-hah sing.
And here she was purring like a cat in heat for a total stranger who’d walked into my family’s bar, well mine now; just four hours ago. For shame! But what’s a woman to do?
See here, before you go judging me you need to get some facts. Daddy and momma had me when they were up there in age. I was what you could call an oopsie surprise. Momma named me Esmeralda only who knows why because it’s the ugliest damn name this side of creation. But that’s where the ugly ended.
Now I’ve heard all kinds of whispers as to who exactly I could resemble from either side of the family, and once when I was five I overheard momma threaten Jane Streep with bodily harm for suggesting the hospital had a mix-up and sent her home with the wrong baby.
You see as much as I loved my parents and thought they were the most beautiful people in the world, the truth is they were both homely. Now I don’t know if momma watched Elizabeth Taylor movies all during her pregnancy with me or if she prayed for a miracle but the first time I saw an old rerun of Cat On A Hot Tin Roof I was confused as hell.
There was no way that woman wasn’t my momma. I didn’t want to hurt my adopted momma’s feelings so I didn’t say anything. Instead, I went online down at the library and did my own research. I decided in the end that you couldn’t trust anything you found there because everybody knows these Hollywood types lie.
I tried to find out if Ms. Taylor had ever been to Moss Creek around the time of my birth but who was I kidding? Not even the people who lived here wanted to come here. Then again wouldn’t that be the solution for someone who wanted to hide up an unwanted pregnancy?