Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Her words do it. I’m taking this teenage girl whether she’s ready or not.
“Why don’t you check?” I ask in a silky voice, drawing near to her curvy form. “I don’t mind.”
Her brown eyes flick up to mine in surprise.
“Are you sure, Mr. Sterling? But isn’t it wrong?”
I let out a chuckle while undoing the apron.
“Honey, I think we’re already up to our eyebrows in ‘wrong.’ But let me ask you this: does this feel wrong, or does it feel good to you?”
She thinks for a moment while biting her soft bottom lip, and I have to resist the urge to lean in for a taste.
“It feels good,” she finally whispers, looking into my gaze. “I want to.”
I take her small hand and gently place it on my bulging crotch.
“Then try it, baby girl. See if I can give those male models a run for their money.”
Her eyes widen and she inhales shakily, but then those small fingers begin to move. Maggie undoes the button of my jeans and then pulls the zipper over my aching cock, letting it spring forth from the gap in material.
“You’re huge,” she breathes, unable to tear her eyes from my enormous tool. “Mmm, oh god.”
Her small hand’s stroking my rod now, her fist unable to close all the way around my base. Yet it feels so good. She runs her fingertips over the bulging vein on the bottom before toying with the pearl of pre-come at the tip, wiping the stickiness around the rim.
“Taste it, baby girl,” I urge in a raspy voice. “I promise, you’ll like it.”
Gracefully, Maggie sinks to her knees before me, and opens her mouth before sucking my head between her lips.
“Mmm,” she moans. “You do taste delicious, Mr. Sterling.”
My eyes have practically rolled into the back of my head, this is such a fucking wet dream come true.
“Thank you baby,” I rasp. “But you know, I have a rule about getting head.”
Maggie pops off for a moment with a wet sucking sound, looking at me with wide eyes.
“What’s that?”
I growl harshly.
“You need to be naked while you do it, sweet girl. I want to see those big breasts bobbing and your slit pulsing while you suck me off.”
She’s shocked for a moment but then springs into action. In a flash, the teenage girl’s ripped off her polo top and shimmied out of her skirt, leaving her in nothing but the sweetest white cotton bra and panties. Then, she’s got that off too, and I let out a low, throaty growl while taking in those plush pink curves.
“Fuck baby,” I rasp. “You’re gorgeous. Turn around and let me see.”
She does a quick three-sixty in the kitchen before sinking to her knees once more.
“You’ll see more later,” she promises in a throaty tone. “But right now, Mr. Sterling, I need your hardness.”
Then her warm, wet mouth encloses me again and my head falls back from the sheer pleasure coursing through my veins. Fuck! Her mouth’s like a vacuum, those sweet cheeks hollowing as she increases the pressure on my dick. Her tongue runs nimble trails over my shaft, and my balls are beginning to pulse and churn, ready to shoot seed deep into the beautiful woman.
But I want her to get hers first. It’s just a pet peeve of mine. I want my woman to enjoy this as much as I am, and as a result, I pull my length from her mouth, watching with avid eyes as my enormous cock reappears from between her plush lips.
“Fuck,” I groan.
“What is it, Mr. Sterling?” Maggie asks with an innocent look while wiping at the corner of her mouth. “Why did you pull out?”
I help her up before turning her around to lean against the counter.
“Because sweetheart, I want you to enjoy this too,” I growl, nudging her legs apart with my knees. “And that means tit for tat. I’m going to taste that pretty pink cunt of yours now before fucking it to high heaven.”
Then, I kneel in back of Maggie and go to town. My tongue starts at her clit and then licks all the way up through her plush folds until I finish at her asshole. She lets out a shrill scream, but then her hands reach back to pull her cheeks apart, giving me better access.
“Yes, Mr. Sterling,” she pants breathlessly, holding herself open for me. “More, please.”
Maggie doesn’t have to ask twice. I lap at her pussy, pushing my tongue as far as possible into her hot hole before dipping down to circle her clit. Then I suck on the hard nub before licking it a few times, making her moan.
“Oh god,” she breathes. “Oh god, oh god!”
“God isn’t going to save you,” I growl in a low voice. “Only this will.”
With those words, I stand and notch the head of my dick at her pulsing hole. She turns to look at me over one slim shoulder, eyes wide.