Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
“Only because…when he said it, I thought of you doing it.” She trails her index finger from the hollow of her neck, down between her tits, all the way to her belly button. “I would love to watch you do that to me.”
“Drink liquor from your belly button?” Her face is flushed, as if shy, but she nods eagerly. “I don’t drink alcohol, Sissy.”
“I know.” She goes up on her toes and kisses my chin. “Forget I said anything. Even though it’s my birthday.”
My heart stalls out. “It’s your birthday?”
She hums. “I’m nineteen today.”
“Honey.” I wrap my arms around her tight, crushing her to my chest. Granted, I only met her yesterday, but I’m still berating myself for not knowing. I should have asked. I should have memorized every detail about her existence, immediately. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry it’s not going very well.”
“What do you mean?” Her brow is knit in confusion. “I’m in this beautiful room with you, Locke.” She bites her lip, peering up at me through her lashes a little playfully. “It got a little rocky downstairs, but I definitely landed on my feet.”
There’s an invisible hand clutching me around the throat. Am I insane not to give her whatever she asks for? “A little liquor won’t hurt. Just this once.”
When her entire face brightens, I know I’m in love with her. Probably have been since I saw her on the security monitor. God put this angel in my life to show me what real love feels like. I’m certain about it. And it’s making me whole while it simultaneously tears up my insides like a tractor claw.
“Take your panties off and go lay down on the bed.”
Giggling excitedly, she drops her arms from around my neck and shimmies off her panties, as if it’s no big deal. As if I don’t almost ejaculate at the sight of her bare pussy, her tits bouncing as she skips to the bedroom and leaps onto the bed, waiting for me. Fuck. Oh fuck. I can’t believe this is really happening. The sweetest, most beautiful girl in the planet is waiting for me to come drink liquor from her belly and put my cock inside of her. How is this real?
I’m breathing like a racehorse on my way to the mini bar, throwing open the door and grabbing a fistful of tiny liquor bottles without reading the labels. Kicking it shut behind me, I stride toward the bedroom, groaning as I approach, as I get close enough to see the erotic picture she makes, blonde hair fanned out on the bed, knees bent and raised, her fingers trailing up and down her ribcage.
I don’t have a condom.
That realization makes my balls squeeze eagerly.
Does she know any better? Does she understand there’s a risk of pregnancy?
Do I have to tell her? Could a baby be my way of keeping her?
God should strike me down for considering a lie of omission for even a split second. Fucking her without relaying the consequences. I’m a better man than that, aren’t I?
Yes. Yes. I have to be. For Sissy.
At the same time, if I don’t get my hands and mouth on her soon, I’m going to expire.
I toss the liquor bottles beside her hip on the bed and tug on my tie to loosen it. Then I reach down and unzip my pants, gritting my teeth at the rush of blood that heads south when I give my cock more room to breathe. “Honey…” I pick up a liquor bottle with a green label, untwist the cap with my teeth and spit it at the floor. Burying a knee on the mattress, I begin pouring golden liquid into her little belly button. She gasps, her thighs flexing and immediately, the substance overflows, running in rivulets down the curve of her waist.
And lower to her pussy. Right down the slick, smooth split.
“Y-yes?” she whispers, her hands fisting the comforter.
I’m riveted by the way her cunt glistens with the liquor, the shiny pool of gold in her belly button. All of her. Every inch is appetizing to the point of pain. “Do you know how a woman gets pregnant?”
She nods jerkily, her tits lifting and falling with shallow breaths. “Yes. I g-grew up on a farm. I know how it works.”
Maybe it’s a good thing she’s seen animals mating.
She won’t think it’s so odd when I rut and grunt like a bull.
“I don’t have a condom, Sissy.” Needing the taste of her more than air itself, I lean down and suction my mouth around her belly button, slurping the shot of…tequila, I believe…into my mouth, the liquor lighting a fire in my throat. “I want to fuck you without a condom.”
Slowly, she nods. “So…I could get pregnant?”
My God, just the thought of her carrying my child almost leads me to prowling up her body and shoving myself home between her legs. “Yes,” I rasp, licking the stream of liquid that has trickled down her side. “You know I’ll take care of you and the baby if that happens, don’t you? I’ll take care of you always, no matter what, as long as you need me.” I kiss my way to her pussy, dropping to my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, yanking her to the edge by her knees and French kissing her wet little gash. “Mother of God,” I mutter against her velvet flesh, the taste fogging my brain, making me starved. Voracious.