Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
“I thought you’d be hungry. It’s been a long day.”
“I am…” I said, and my voice didn’t sound like mine. I took his hand, and guided his fingers to my lips. He swallowed as I sucked his thumb into my mouth.
“Christ, Helen. It drives me crazy when you do that.”
I smiled as I nipped him, and I felt his breath quicken.
“I’m so hungry, Mr Roberts…”
I dropped to my knees and my heart was racing. I wanted to hide my nerves, wanted to appear confident, but my fingers were dithery, and they fumbled at his belt.
“It’s ok,” he said. “Take your time.”
He was already so hard, and his cock looked so big as it stood before my eyes. I pressed my lips to the shaft, pinning it against his belly and he groaned. I wished I knew what I was doing, but I didn’t want to be a stupid kid anymore, didn’t want to keep being useless at everything. I remembered what he’d shown me as I guided him to my mouth, sucking him in, just a bit, my lips tight and tongue soft. It worked. He took a step backwards until he was pressed back against the worktop and he took my hair in his hands.
“Good girl… fuck, Helen… that’s so nice…”
I found a rhythm, and I kept to it, and this time I didn’t try and force him into my throat. I just enjoyed the taste of him, enjoyed the hardness of him in my mouth, and the way he tensed and pulsed and rocked into my movements.
“Helen, look at me.”
I didn’t even realise I had my eyes closed. His eyes were dark with excitement and they set me alight.
“You are so beautiful, Helen.”
It made my heart soar.
His balls felt heavy in my hand, and the hair tickled my fingers, and I liked it. I liked the way they moved as he rocked his hips, I liked the way he smelled as he held me tight to his belly and asked me to open wide for him.
I liked the way he angled my head and pushed his way into my mouth.
I loved the way it made me feel when he got too excited to be gentle. I loved the way he groaned at the gurgles my mouth was making.
“Good girl… Fuck, Helen, you’re such a good girl…”
I loved being his good girl.
I wrapped my arms around his thighs and gave my all to him, and he took me that way until his breath was ragged and his legs were tense and I could feel him tighten in my mouth.
“We can stop…” he breathed. “Wait until after…”
I pulled away, and it left a string of saliva between my lips and his cock and it transfixed me. I shook my head.
“I want it now… I want you to come in my mouth… please…”
“You’re sure?”
I didn’t need to answer, just opened wide and stared up at him.
“Then let’s see if we can do this properly this time, shall we?”
He stroked my hair and stroked his cock, and I stayed statue still, watching him play, watching the bulging veins as his cock strained, waiting and wanting, with the nerves fizzing around my belly.
“Get ready, Helen…”
I was ready. More than ready. I gripped his thighs and stretched my mouth as wide as it would go.
He gave a couple of little grunts, and his thighs tightened, and his fingers twisted in my hair and held me still. He pressed his cock to my bottom lip, and it jerked and quivered, and a flood of thick salty cum filled my mouth. It didn’t taste nice in the way that things usually taste nice, but I loved it, loved the feel of it on my tongue. I smiled when he spurted again, and he lost control, pushing his cock between my lips and coming some more.
“Show me,” he said and I opened wide for him and his cum dribbled over the corner of my mouth and the smile on his face made me love him even more.
“Swallow,” he said, and I did, straight down without hesitation and his cock twitched again before my eyes.
“Clean me, Helen.”
I sucked him. I sucked all the cum from him, and I licked him clean.
He thumbed the dribble from my chin into my mouth, and I sucked that, too.
“You’re amazing,” he said, and pulled me to my feet.
I startled as his lips found mine, and he kissed me deep. Kissed me with the taste of his cum still in my mouth, and it felt like love, true love.
“That was wonderful,” he breathed, and the world was full of that wonderful man, and his wonderful touch.
And then the baked beans boiled over.
Mark
The girl was a wonder. A spirited, vivacious little parcel of devilment. It was in her eyes, shining deep, this need awakened within. Her sweet little soul was dancing with mine, her toes poking mine under the dining table as I spooned baked beans onto her plate.