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)
“You think I’ll grow out of this, but you’re wrong. One day you’re going to see how wrong you are.”
I’d be more than happy to be proved wrong, Helen.
“My whole body tingles, all the time. It won’t stop. I can’t stop wanting…” Her voice changed, and there was a need there, a husky undertone that heightened the pulse in my cock. “When I think about the things we did… the way you touched me…” She ran her fingers along her collarbone and down, brushing aside the fabric until her perfect little breasts were bared to me and I felt the rush of blood, the hitch of breath, the primal urge to take her. “I could feel how much you wanted me… and now I feel alive… you brought me to life, Mark…” She pulled at her nipples, and her grin was dirty and mischievous. “I think you’ve turned me into a naughty girl…” She opened her dressing gown fully, slipped it from her shoulders and it fell to the bed around her; her pale skin so white against the pink material. She was beautiful.
The keypad on my tablet frustrated me, its fiddly letters useless once my hand was around my cock. I reached for my mobile, then continued typing.
Put your phone on silent.
The excitement in her eyes fuelled my own. She reached off screen, and her dressing gown fell away from her backside. I could see everything, the smooth flesh of her ass, the promise of her little pink pussy. She came back on screen with the handset, and I pressed dial, saw her phone light up in her hands.
“Hi,” she said, and she was shy again; on screen her cheeks were aflame.
“Is it safe?”
“Everyone’s in bed… I checked earlier… before I showered.”
“Good.” My voice was raspy. “You’re playing with fire, Helen Palmer, teasing and tempting and asking for trouble.”
I watched her eyes light up. “I am?”
“Yes. You are.”
“I think you’ve made me… naughty.” She giggled. “Am I a naughty girl, Mr Roberts?” The way she spoke my name was barely more than a breath, but it felt so loud, and dangerous and forbidden, and yet my cock twitched, aching for more.
“I hope you realise I have ways of handling bad behaviour, Helen.”
“What are you going to do to me?” Her breath was shallow and needy.
And so was mine.
“You’ll find out soon enough.” I forced my hand to slow down around my cock, took a gulp of air. “Open your legs for me, Helen.”
Only the slightest hesitation, then she leant back against the wall and opened her legs and the pink slit of her pussy looked amazing.
“Good girl.” I worked my cock a little.
A flutter of breath, and her wide eyes stared through the screen at me.
“I want you to touch yourself for me. Quietly.” I smiled to myself. “And once I’ve enjoyed hearing you come for me, you’re going to get yourself to bed. You have school in the morning.”
The thought of her in uniform only fuelled the fire.
“Yes, sir.”
And she stoked it higher. Ever fucking higher.
“Fuck, Helen, say that again…”
“Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever you want… Mr Roberts, sir, I promise… I’ll be good…” Her cheeks were flushed, even in the lamplight, and her fingers idled around her belly button, dancing there.
“Angle your screen, I want to see more of you.”
She repositioned herself, and her sweet little pussy came closer. She had delicious tender lips, and her thighs were already wet.
“Touch yourself for me…”
Nervous fingers dipped to her clit, and she gave the most fragile little whimper. “Yes, sir.”
Her fingers moved in tight circles, and they were quick, barely more than a delicious little blur.
“Spread your knees, wider…”
“Yes, sir…”
“Wider. Show me.”
“Yes… yes, Mr Roberts…”
“You just won’t drop the title, will you?” I laughed a ragged laugh. “I’m guessing it turns you on…”
“You turn me on… I just like it… I like you being Mr Roberts… I like everything about you…”
“You’d better show me, then.”
“Are you…” she smiled. “…Are you playing, too?”
“That’s a pretty safe assumption, Helen.”
“I like that…”
“And I like the fact you’re about to slide two fingers in your pussy for me.”
“It’s still so tight…”
So she’d tried. Naughty little minx. My sweet Helen was indeed becoming a sweet little seductress, laced with fairy dust and sin.
“Two fingers, Helen.”
“Yes, sir…” She pushed them slowly, back and forth, deeper and deeper until she was knuckle-deep. I could hear her little gasps in my ear, and she rocked, tilting her hips as her fingers moved for me.
“Have you ever played with your ass, Helen?”
“No…”
“Ever been spanked?”
A little murmur. “No…”
“Have you ever had a vaginal orgasm?”
“A what?”
I smiled. “You’d know.”
Her fingers moved faster. “Have you… tried…” She took a breath. “What things have you tried?”
“Many things, Helen. You don’t need to worry. I’m not going to push you into trying anything you don’t want to.”