Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Peaches. What does your pussy want for breakfast? My tongue, my fingers, or my hard cock?”
She licks her lips as she thinks about it. “She’s a greedy little kitty,” she says with a warm smile. “She wants all three.”
I dip two fingers inside her tight wet hole and my girl lets out a deep moan as she feels me penetrating her. I press the top of my cast against her clit and she starts rocking her hips against my hand, encouraging me with that sexy face.
I love the way her tits jiggle and move, her hard nipples pointing straight up. I don’t really know where to look. There’s so much to see—her parted lips with just a glimpse of that sexy wet tongue behind them, her beautiful swaying breasts, her lust-filled blue eyes, her ripe juicy peach. My eyes are ravenous as I take it all in.
“Oh yes,” she groans as I start fingering her harder. I’m sliding my fingers in and out at a pace that has her close to getting off. My cast hits her engorged clit with each stroke, making her whimper.
I yank the blankets off with my free hand, wanting to see it all.
Her legs are spread wide open, her clenched toes in the air. My hand is dripping with pussy juice as her cunt clamps down on my fingers.
This little beauty is going to cum all over my hand.
“Cum on me,” I growl in her ear.
It sets her into a frenzy. Her body starts bucking as the sensations become more intense. Her whimpers and low moans start getting louder. Dangerously louder. Our parents are upstairs eating breakfast and we have to keep it down.
I cover her mouth with my free hand, muffling her cries. She doesn’t seem to notice or care that she’s making too much noise. She’s beyond all that. All she can focus on is my hand on her pussy, in her pussy, all over her drenched, sopping-wet pussy.
She whimpers against my palm as I pull my hand out, quickly lick it clean, and then plunge it back into her cunt.
She’s close to cumming. I can tell by the desperate look on her face and the way her body keeps bucking violently against the mattress.
Her greedy hand reaches out and wraps around my hard cock. I moan a little too loud when I feel her fingers clenching my shaft. She’s jerking me off as I finger her at a relentless, merciless pace.
“Cum on my hand, Peaches. Cum all over my fingers so I can lick your sweet cream off them.”
I press the base of my palm against her clit and it sets her off. She cums hard.
I hate that I have to muzzle these delicious whimpers and cries, but we can’t have mommy and daddy hearing and coming down to investigate. They’re going to find their precious little angel cumming all over my hand.
I release some of the tension on her mouth when her cries turn back into low moans. She grabs my wrist and yanks my hand off her mouth. “Cum on my tits,” she begs. “Cum all over them. Please.”
I grin as I let go of her pulsating cunt and straddle her. I’m not used to stroking myself with my left hand, but it won’t be too hard to get myself off with this beautiful sight under me.
She watches with hungry eyes as I grab my dick and jerk it off. I barely get four strokes off before I’m cumming hard, streams of hot cum surging out and landing all over her beautiful tits.
Her mouth opens as she spreads my seed all over her breasts, moaning as she coats her nipples in me.
“You look good covered in me.” My voice is so thick and scratchy. A heaviness hits my limbs.
“I love watching you cum,” she says as she looks up at me with those loving blue eyes.
“I love watching your sexy little—“
The sound of feet on stairs has us both jerking up in attention. No…
“Eleanor!” Linda says as she arrives at the bottom of the stairs. “I made pancakes, do you want some?”
The door handle jiggles.
“Mom!” my girl screams in a practically frantic voice. “I’m getting dressed!”
“Do you need help putting pants on with your bad ankle?”
The old lock on the door handle must be defective because it clicks and suddenly the door is swinging open.
I leap onto the bed, grab the blankets, and yank them up.
Linda walks right in and stops short when she sees me in her daughter’s bed, blankets up to our necks.
It would be funny if it wasn’t so tragic. She looks so confused. She goes through a full range of emotions in the next five seconds, from bewilderment, to understanding, to shock, to horror, to anger.
“What the hell is going on in here?!?” she shouts.