Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Her nod is understanding. “Maybe some therapy would help?”
My immediate response is to say I don’t need that shit. But maybe she’s right. If therapy makes me better for this angel, I’ll do it. I’ll become the best version of myself for her. Coco. “Yeah, I’ll start asking around about it.” I mean every word of that statement. “In the meantime…” I bend my knees, lift her other leg around my hips and straighten so she’s fully off the ground, thighs wrapped around me. “This is the happiest I’ve been in a long damn time, Coco. And it’s only day one with you.” I slide my hands into her underwear and massage her bottom, rubbing her up and down on my erection. “Your little wet cunt is going to take away a lot of pain.”
We’re molded so closely that I feel her pussy clench in response to those words. “Maybe I should take away some pain right now,” she whispers.
The beach is growing darker beneath the blanket of evening. Mostly everyone has gone home or into restaurants for dinner. Only a few stragglers are packing up their equipment now, but when she looks at me like a horny college girl from beneath her eyelashes, I find out very quickly that my dick isn’t willing to wait. And the more she strokes her pussy against it, the more likely it is that I’m going to come before I can make proper love to her.
A glance over my shoulder shows me there is an outcropping of rocks that will hide us from everyone’s sight and I practically stumble toward it, salivating with the need to get my dick in the tight cradle of her body. She’s already moaning and popping open the button of my shorts. By the time I sit down on a knee-high rock, her short skirt is already up around her hips, her short gasps of air turning me on like a son of a bitch.
My hand circles my arousal, preparing to press it up into her soaked opening, but a pair of male voices grow louder down by the shoreline, so I yank her skirt down to cover her precious ass, growling into her ear for her to wait. Anyone sees this pussy but me, I’ll go ballistic. But Coco doesn’t seem to care. Or be aware that we have a potential audience.
No, she’s already panting away, pulling the front of her dress down to her waist and guiding my hands to her beautiful tits. And God help me, I want to mold them in my palms, milk them with my mouth, but the thought of other men getting a glimpse of her nakedness is enough to drive me stark raving mad, so I somehow resist, ordering her once again to wait. “Stay still, Coco,” I mutter hoarsely, gritting my teeth when she starts tiding back and forth on my throbbing cock. “You remember the punishment we spoke about?” She nods, a mischievous look in her eyes as she licks through my forest of black and gray chest hair. “Oh, I see, you think it would be fun. Is that right?”
She bites her lip and nods, palms her supple titties.
I’m screwed.
I can no more stop myself than fly us on a rocket ship to the moon.
The fly of my shorts is loosened and my hard shaft is in my hand before I know I’ve taken it out. “Sit on it and don’t move a fucking muscle.”
Her body begins to tremble with excitement, her chest rising and falling quickly. Quickly. She holds my left shoulder for balance and reaches down to fist my cock with her right. Pressing her forehead to mine, she tries to fit me into her hole, but Jesus, she’s off by about an inch and growing frustrated, little mewling noises escaping her throat. She’s so inexperienced, she doesn’t know where I belong. And when she whines, “Help me,” I take over, gripping my dick, now slippery with her moisture, her need, and I slide it lower to her entrance, get it a few inches inside of her tight tunnel, then I slam my hips upward, clapping a hand over her mouth a split second before she screams.
A guttural groan grinds in my chest and it doesn’t stop.
I mold her ass cheeks in both hands, lust demanding I yank her forward and back, witness her on top for the first time, this angel that was sent to bring me back to life. I promised a punishment and a general never goes back on his word, but Christ, I’m willing to bet I’m the only retired general who has had a gorgeous twenty-one-year-old starved for his cock. Whimpering and wiggling all over it and begging me with her eyes to fuck her.
Damn. Damn.
“I think…” I grind out through my teeth, balls turning to rocks. “I think I underestimated my ability to resist you…again.”