Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“I’m going to fuck you all night,” I promised. “Every fucking night.”
She arched her back as I slid my cock inside her. Easier this time, but still almost too tight. I grunted at the feel of her.
“Don’t stop playing with those titties for me,” I commanded as I started to fuck her, slow and deep. I watched her, letting my eyes devour her pretty face, those high tits, the curve of her belly, and the dark triangle between her legs. I decided to tease her a little this time. Make it last.
Make her beg me to fuck that tight little ass.
I was going to have everything I could get from Cynthia tonight. Every damn dirty thing I could think of.
Just in case, I told myself. Just in case she wakes up and realizes there’s a dirty old dog in her bed.
“Hmm, that’s nice. Your pussy’s creaming for me . . . are you close?”
Cynthia was out of her mind, her hot little box so sensitive and ready to pop. But I wouldn’t let her. I’d been slowly fucking her for the better part of an hour. Every time she got close, I pulled back, stopped fucking her, just waiting for the orgasm to pass. I’d take the time to play with her tits or suck on her toes. Right then, I was reaching below us to play with that tight little asshole.
If her pussy was heaven, fucking that ass might just send me to hell.
I was going to do it anyway. I wanted to suck, fuck, and pluck her like a goddamn Christmas turkey. Cynthia’s ass was mine.
For tonight, anyway. A whole lot longer, if I played my cards right.
“Fuck, honey, you are going to make me come.”
I wondered if I could. Come and keep her on the edge. That would be cruel, I thought. But it was also a damn good idea.
Keep her squirming and begging for it, and you will have the best night of your life, you dirty old man.
I smiled and told her it was time to flip over.
Chapter Sixteen
Cynthia
“Fuck, you taste good,” Preacher murmured, his face sandwiched between my cheeks. I was mortified by what he was doing, but the pleasure was too intense for me to tell him that. Plus, what he was doing with his fingertips was making my pussy ache.
Preacher was eating my ass.
How had I not known how dirty, messy, and amazing sex is?
No wonder everyone’s obsessed with it.
This is not me, I thought. This is sooo not me.
And yet here I was, squealing like a tiny pig as Preacher played my body like an instrument. He started sliding a finger in and out of my pucker, giving me strange feelings I’d never felt before.
“Are you game, darlin’?”
“Hmm?” I gasped, trying to sound like I wasn’t on the verge of coming again.
“I want in,” he said, hooking his finger inside me. He wasn’t touching my pussy at all now, just licking and fingering my ass.
And shockingly, I loved it.
“Yes. Okay,” I said without thinking, wondering very seriously about my sanity. A few weeks ago, I’d hated the man. Now I was letting him into my most private places. I was practically begging him.
“Good,” I heard him breathe behind me. “That’s real good, sweetheart.”
Another finger joined the first one. I arched my back at the sensation. In another few minutes, they were gone.
“Put your head down for me, sweetheart.” I lowered my head to the mattress, turning it to the side. “That’s it, keep that gorgeous ass high,” he said with a quick slap that made my ass jiggle.
I felt the tip of his cock press against me, then he slipped just inside with a grunt.
“Christ . . . that ass is so fucking hot on my dick,” he moaned, sounding like he was in pain. I whimpered as he stretched me further, further than should have been possible.
But it was.
Preacher was extremely well-hung. Even I knew that. But he was also being incredibly gentle.
He reached beneath me and found my clit.
“Come for me, Cynthia.”
After all the teasing he’d done for the past few hours, it was a done deal. I pressed my face into the bed and screamed.
“Fuck yes, that pussy is jumping all over my hand,” he grunted, opening me further with his massive cock. “Goddamn!”
I felt strangely empty and full at the same time. I’d loved having him inside my pussy. This was different. Not better or worse, though, the barely conscious part of my brain decided.
“That’s right. Let me into that tight little ass. Fuck, yes.” He hissed as he slid in further. He lifted his hand from my clit and gripped my ass cheeks, pulling them wide. I glanced back and saw him staring at my bottom while he started to saw in and out of my body.