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)
“Hmm, you look good enough to eat.” I grinned. “Try not to squirm around too much. Could get messy.”
I dipped my head down and licked some syrup off her stomach. I let my fingers graze her thighs as I straddled her. Cynthia was wearing nothing. I was wearing jeans, but only because cooking pancakes with a bare skin boner was a very stupid idea.
There was no way I was taking a risk with my dick now that I’d found paradise. Not taking chances when I was riding, either. And despite my fears, Cynthia had yet to wise up that I was too old, too filthy, and too fucking crazy for her.
She seemed to like me just fine. Especially . . . right . . . now.
I dove in, chewing through those little pancakes like a wild beast foraging in the forest. Except I wasn’t after a little mouse. I wanted a kitty cat. I wanted that pussy.
My tongue searched through the crumbs and found her silky, sticky petals.
“Hmm,” I moaned as I stroked her up and down, teasing and tasting every inch of that glorious pussy. I’d tasted nirvana and this was it. I could do this for days.
But the seriously perfect girl spread out in front of me had other ideas.
“Preacher.” She sighed as her body arched off the bed, starting a series of shivers that spread through her whole body. I slid a finger inside her, lapping at that clit for all I was worth. I knew her orgasms by now. This was a gentle one. I wanted to build it into a giant wave.
I doubled down, using two fingers and sucking hard on her clit. That did it. Her orgasm grew and grew until she was thrashing around, her pussy clenching down on my fingers so hard it almost hurt.
Oh, yeah. Miss Cynthia was coming like a freight train.
I pulled back a little to enjoy the show.
Just enough to slip my cock inside her.
I grunted as her body worked me over, and my fingers snaked down to strum her clit and keep that orgasm going while the other hand held her thigh wide so I could get all the way inside her.
It was a good fucking thing I was ambidextrous.
I hissed my pleasure as her pussy squeezed me in undulating waves of ecstasy unlike anything I had ever known. Every time with Cynthia was like that. Beyond all expectations. Epic. Hell, the way my cock was feeling should have been physically impossible. It was like I’d grown new nerve endings.
Or . . . whatever she’d done to my heart had done something to my entire fucking body. I felt young again. Vigorous and virile. Not that I’d ever had any problems in that department, but this was off the charts.
Hell, there weren’t even any charts big enough for what was happening between us. The chemistry was more than off the chart. It was off the page, up the wall, through the roof, and all the way to the goddamn moon.
I cursed and started to move. I couldn’t wait. I had to fuck her now.
And I had to fuck her hard.
“Hold on tight, little girl,” I ordered, throwing her legs around me and bending down to pull one of her pointy little nipples into my mouth. She came even harder as I worked her tits, going back and forth and just slobbering all over her. There was nothing nice or neat about this. I was working on pure instinct, rutting with a sexy young thing like we were two wild creatures in heat. We were both sticky with sweat and syrup, her whimpering and me riding her like there was no tomorrow.
Part of me was afraid there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow with her . . . that there wouldn’t or couldn’t be a real future together. I treasured every fucking second with Cynthia like it was my last. If she ever woke up and realized she was a gorgeous young lady in bed with a filthy old dog, I didn’t know what the hell I would do.
Drink a case of tequila, walk into the Pacific Ocean, and never come out again, most likely.
The truth was, she had seemed surprised every single time I walked her home and followed her up the stairs like a dog looking to bury his bone. She’d tried to protest about it being a ‘one-time thing’ early on, but I’d quickly put a stop to that. Thankfully, I knew how to play her glorious body like a well-tuned fiddle. She hadn’t really stood a chance.
All these thoughts flew through my head as my body took over and went into overdrive. Cynthia may have drained my balls multiple times the night before, but I wasn’t going to last long. The feeling of her silky tightness wrapped around me was too much.