Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong?” she asks when I move my hand away. “Is it… me?”
“Why would it be you?” I say fiercely.
She lowers her gaze, suddenly shy. “It’s nothing.”
I touch her chin, meeting her eye. “It’s something. Tell me.”
“Just, uh, well, am I being too enthusiastic?”
The base of my cock aches. I swear my tip is on fire, burning with the precome leaking out of me. The savage within is trying to get my length as slick as possible to prepare her young virgin slit. Even thoughts like that break me down as I imagine her tight hole hugging me wetly.
“You never have to worry about that,” I growl. “Your moans, how much you bloody love getting spanked… It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
We kiss passionately, my hand returning to her ass, massaging.
“But we have to be careful. We don’t want to be seen.”
She turns in my arms, standing on her tiptoes to rub that sweet ass against the outside of my trousers. I get the point, kneeling slightly as we gaze over the sun-kissed city of London together.
“Well, I’m just enjoying the sights,” she says, looking over her shoulder, wide-eyed and spirited.
I groan as her thickness rubs against my dick. How did we get here? But I never have to ask that. We’re always on the edge, always ready to claim each other.
For life. Does she want it too? Forever, Ami?
I touch her hips, my mind stripping away her clothes, and mine too, so that it’s like she’s rubbing her naked ass against my rock-hard dick.
“Me too,” I say, staring down at her ass, “but I’m not taking in much of the city.”
She giggles, shifting slightly. “Me neither.”
“What you said about enthusiasm… You never have to feel bad about that or question it. You’re following your instincts.”
“That’s it,” she half says, half moans, as her thick ass rubs against me.
The tip of my cock tingles with the pressure, my balls full and on the edge.
“It just feels right,” she goes on. “The spanking, the kissing, and I hope…”
She trails off, biting her lip, just like in the video. My thoughts have stopped sabotaging me. There isn’t a constant voice whispering that this could be an affectation, a stage only she can see. It’s not there for now. Maybe it’s my lust burning up, or I’m finally letting that gold-digger crap go.
“Say it,” I growl, shifting my hips slightly, up and down to add to the pressure.
“For our sex,” she says softly as if it’s difficult.
We’re still just holding each other, as far as any invisible observer could make out, but she’s grinding that youthful, bouncy ass all over me. It’s starting to make my cock pulse.
“You could make me explode by doing that.”
“Really?” she says, delighted, like she’s just discovered a new skill.
“Bloody, really.” I squeeze her hips with more pressure. “I’m so grateful you’re this thick, Ami.”
“Th-thick?” she whispers, attempting to move away.
I grab her harder, pull her roughly against me, and drive my solid dick against her juicy ass. “Feel that? Feel how hard I am? I feel like I’m going to come in my bloody pants because you’re so sexy. So yes, you horny virgin, you’re thick, voluptuous, and curvy. You’re plus-sized, and you’re perfect. You’re making me so, so hard.”
“I can f-feel it,” she moans.
“Holy fuck.” I almost smooth my hand to her front to slide my hand low and start massaging her creamy inexperienced pussy, but I have to remember we’re in public. Even if nobody can see us, the risk isn’t worth it. “Are you going to come from this?”
“I m-might,” she says, all breathy.
We keep rocking together, lost in the movement.
“I won’t come in my pants like some school kid,” I tell her, “but you’re going to make that pussy all creamy for me. Then I’ll take you to buy new lingerie I can soak again.”
That makes her gasp, which has my hips moving faster, pumping back and forth as if I’m already stuffed inside her squeezing hole. She shudders, and her legs tremble. Then the earthquake-like release travels all over her body. She reaches around, and I take her hand, our fingers interlocking as she pulses against me, and now, dammit. The voice is back.
She’s putting on quite a show, isn’t she?
No, it’s not a show. It’s my woman being natural and sexy and letting instinct guide her. After, she collapses against me, gasping.
“You’re still very excited,” she says dreamily, leaning back to look at me.
I lean down and kiss her cheek, knowing I must be less savage and more tender now.
“I have to calm down,” I say. “If not, I’ll take you right here. I’ll lose control. Tear your clothes off and then bend you over. I’ll fuck your tight hole from behind, spanking that big ass until it’s red. At the end, I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll fall onto your front, and then I’ll keep hammering you harder, faster.”