Teach Me Dirty Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Romance, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
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“Helen…”

She kept her eyes on mine as her tongue fluttered around my thumb, and it was so delicate, so soft.

“Helen… I…”

Her fingers gripped my wrist, held my hand in position, and her teeth tightened, nipped me gently.

I pushed my thumb in deeper and she gave a delicious little shudder, and I felt her, pressed my thumb against her tongue. I wrapped a hand around her neck and held her there. Her mouth was so warm, so soft, and she made sweet little suckling noises that set me on fire. The Helen I’d known as a girl fell away from me, and there was another creature in her stead. A creature from the waters, who called me and coaxed me and demanded my soul.

She moaned as I pulled my thumb away, and was still moaning as I pressed my mouth to hers. She was ready this time, opening herself up for me and chasing my tongue with hers. I ran my hands down her body, gripped at her breasts with needy hands, and there was no wad of fabric under her shirt this time, just her, just flesh, and the hard little nubs of her nipples. She reached out for me and her fingers tangled in my hair, and she breathed and moaned for more. My hands slipped under her t-shirt, sought out her skin, and my fingers found the dainty curves of her, squeezed her until she gasped against my lips.

“Helen… are you sure?”

She nodded. “I want you… You know I do…”

I reached for her ass and hoisted her to my waist, and her legs folded around me so perfectly, her arms around my shoulders as I walked us over to the stage steps. I lay her down against the floorboards, my body covering hers, kissing her, feeling her, and she could feel me, the swell of my cock against her thigh. I tipped her head back and kissed her neck, tracing a path to her collarbone, where I pushed her top aside and sucked at her bare shoulder.

“Oh yes…” she whispered. “Please…”

I rose enough to pull her t-shirt over her head, and her creamy flesh greeted me, flawless and soft and perfect. Her tits were divine, dressed in the sweetest white cotton, delicate and innocent and tempting enough that I could feel my pulse between my legs.

“Beautiful,” I said, running my fingers across the fabric. “You are so beautiful, Helen.”

She turned her face away and she was flushed. She bit her finger and screwed her eyes shut. “I should’ve dressed… better… I have better…”

“No,” I said. “This is perfect. Helen, you are beautiful like this.”

I teased down the fabric enough to flick her nipple with my tongue, and I found her hand, guided it to the bulge in my jeans.

Her fingers stroked me through the denim, squeezed around the length of me, and she squirmed. “Oh God… I want to see…”

“Soon,” I said. I kissed my way down her belly, pulling from her grip, and my fingers worked the buttons on her jeans. She sucked in her breath as I pulled them from under her, slipping them down her thighs and off with her ballet pumps. She was wearing white, and in the light I could see the promise of her wispy hair. She was wet. Her thighs were hot and clammy. She was shaking as I hooked my fingers inside the fabric, let out a gasp as I peeled them down. She wriggled until they were around her thighs, and her face bloomed deliciously. I breathed on her, teasing her sweet pussy with nothing but air.

She moaned as I pulled her panties down further, until they slipped from her feet. I pressed my hands against her thighs, kneading her flesh and coaxing her wide. Her hair was darker than on her head, but not by much, leading into dainty pussy lips, swollen pink for me. I spread her with my fingers, and she started then relaxed. Her clit was hard and tender, her pussy glistening. I ran my thumb around her, so gently, touching everywhere but her clit until her breath was ragged.

“Please…” she whispered.

“You have a beautiful pussy, Helen.”

“Please touch me…”

I ran my tongue along her wetness, giving her clit just the lightest stroke. She jolted like she’d been shocked, and her hands reached down and held me to her. And then I kissed her, sucked her, moved my tongue back and forth in slow, wet strokes until she was moving with me. I wet my finger and pushed one inside, but she was tight, really tight. She caught her breath.

“Relax,” I said. “It’s ok. Just nerves.” I looked up at her. “Helen, look at me.” Slowly her eyes met mine and she was beautiful. My beautiful girl.

“Just relax,” I said. “Enjoy it.”

I worked my fingers so slowly, teasing another inside, but she was so tight I couldn’t push all the way in. I used my mouth, tickling and sucking in a steady rhythm until I felt the tension leave her. She began to grind at my face, but I didn’t speed up, just kept my movements steady, enjoying the sweet taste of her, the feel of her soft skin, the tickle of her hair against my nose.


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