Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15775 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
But it was more than that. There was just something about her that touched the heart that I’d thought long dead. Almost like I’d seen beneath the austere veneer she shows the rest of the world, to the lonely little girl beneath.
She was different in a lot of ways from the women I usually fuck. For one she has more power in the city than that allowed by just wealth alone. She’s the DA for fuck sake, some even want her to run for governor.
She’s also the first woman of my acquaintance who didn’t fall under my spell immediately. Of course I saw that shit as a challenge, who the fuck does she think she is? I usually have to beat them off with a stick.
At first I’d set out only to prove a point to her, that no matter how high and mighty she was, I could get her in my bed. But now, two hours after we started I’m not so sure anymore.
That’s another thing. Any woman who can take two hours of me pounding the life out of her cunt has got to be something special. Well an hour and a half to be exact.
The first half hour was spent with my face between her legs, eating her pussy dry. I’d tried feeding her my dick, but she was gonna need practice for that since her mouth was almost as tight as her pussy.
She wasn’t a virgin, not something that makes much difference to me, but she was damn near close. Knowing her type, her career had gotten in the way of life and she had no time to get her pipes cleaned; too busy running shit. Now I’m running her.
I dropped one of my hands from around her tit and held her soft tummy, changing shit up once again. I slowed the strokes of my cock and licked her neck as I massaged her tummy and slow fucked her.
She cooed and her legs trembled as a gush of pussy nectar squirted out around my fuck meat. That shit shot out across the mattress, soaking my sheets.
She made a gurgling sound in her throat, her eyes rolled back in her head and her shoulders dropped onto the bed as her arms gave out; she’d fainted.
I kept fucking, picking up the pace now that she was out, wasn’t fuck wrong with me why would I stop? Her pussy never stopped squirting.
By the time she woke up I had the tip of my cock in her ass. She freaked. “Oh no, you can’t put that in there.”
“Relax.” I ran my hand down her spine as she tensed up in fear.
“I’m not gonna put the whole thing in.” Not unless I wanted to kill her. I held my shit at the four inch mark from the head and worked that into her. Her ass stretched around my shit and she screamed.
“Shh-shh, just a little bit more.” I got greedy, so sue me. The shit felt so good I couldn’t resist. I bottomed out in her ass at six inches, couldn’t move, too tight.
I didn’t need to, her ass moved enough inside and when I shoved three long fingers in her cunt she forgot the pain in her ass and went wild.
I had to hold onto her hip to keep her from hurting herself. No wonder I wanted seconds. When the good DA lets her hair down she’s almost as wild as me.
I pulled out of her ass once she came down from her last orgasm and she dropped like a stone, breathing like she’d ran a marathon.
“Did you cum?” She’s so polite.
“Yep.” She felt around the outside of her ass and looked around the sheets. “Where?”
I turned her over onto her back and rubbed my hand over her tummy, right where her ovaries would be. “There.” I smiled, she screamed. And jumped off the bed.
I folded my arms behind my head and watched her do a jig, hopping up and down like Rumpelstiltskin. I could’ve told her that shit wouldn’t work. When I came I came deep, shooting off right at the mouth of her womb. She’ll be feeling that shit for days.
Vanessa
What the hell have I gotten myself into? Why am I here, how am I here? I sat in the tub of warm water he’d put me in before leaving the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
The last few hours played out in my head and none of it made sense. I’d been at the courthouse doing what I do best. As a hardnosed DA the citizens of my city were expecting me to bring down the hammer on this one.
It was being called the trial of the century. Claude Denning was accused of slaughtering and dismembering seven men.
The upscale city with a median income of a couple million was not feeling very safe in their million dollar homes and they wanted this monster gone now.