Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24183 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I pause, blinking.
“Oh, I had no idea you could control your schedule. I thought Crenshaw made all the rules, and dictated who goes where when.”
“They do,” Carl muses. “But I’ve been around a while, so I have seniority. So do Tom and John, actually.”
“I see,” I murmur breathlessly. “I had no idea.”
“But my question to you still stands, Chloe,” Carl continues. “Why are you doing what you do? What’s driving you?”
I shrug helplessly, my cheeks going red.
“I just like it, I guess. It’s not wrong.”
“I didn’t say it was wrong,” the alpha male agrees. “But I wonder: have you tried just being with one man?”
I look up immediately.
“Why, are you volunteering?”
He smirks at me.
“Maybe. But you should know, Chloe, that I don’t share. I’m not the type for sloppy seconds because I want a woman’s pussy to belong to me, and only to me. Her ass, too. I don’t want to drive in, only to feel another man’s seed sloshing around deep inside.”
The visual makes me begin to pant, even as my insides go hot.
“Oh, I wouldn’t keep doing what I’m doing if you were in the picture, Mr. Jonsson. I could limit myself to one man. I could limit myself to you,” I add, shooting him a flirtatious look.
“Are you certain about that?” he asks.
My head bumps up and down so fast and hard that I probably look like a bobble head.
“Yes, definitely. My question is: do you have enough for me, Mr. Jonsson? After all, I’m used to getting it at all hours, from multiple men. How will a man who only has one tool keep me happy? I’m sure it’s a massive monster, but still. There’s a difference between being with one man and several lovers, wouldn’t you say?”
That’s when Carl gets a knowing gleam in his blue eyes.
“I think my equipment might surprise you, Chloe.”
I giggle.
“Maybe. But again, you’re talking to a girl who’s been around the block, Mr. Jonsson. I know what to expect.”
“You don’t,” he says.
“I do,” I say in a light voice.
“No, you don’t,” he counters, a shadow in those blue eyes.
“Then show me,” I invite huskily. “I want to see what your equipment can do.”
The bright flare in those azure eyes is my answer because I know Carl Jonsson wants into my curvy body … and it’ll be a thrilling ride once I get on.
6
Carl
Chloe has no idea what she’s asking for. I know I should stop because her mistaken beliefs about my anatomy are going to get her in trouble.
Yet I can’t stop because the beautiful blonde is luscious, delicious, and so damn cute too. She’s ladylike yet sassy at once, teasing me about horses, my twee vocabulary, afternoon tea, and the English countryside. Say what? I was expecting an ignorant teenage girl, but instead I’ve met a woman who’s curious about the world and eager for more.
But Chloe’s in over her head when it comes to dealing with me. After all, no woman ever anticipates meeting a man with a double cock. We’re a genetic anomaly and it’s the stuff of science fiction, or really bad porn. I’ve heard that there’s tentacle porn out there where girls are taken in all their orifices by an octopus, or manhandled by some kind of alien creature with three dicks and four arms. It doesn’t sound like a turn-on to me, but hey, to each their own. If it’s feeding a harmless fantasy, then more power to them.
But Chloe’s big blue eyes are going to be my downfall because she’s looking at me now with a gaze that hints of innocence, and yet vixenish devilry at the same time. How does she even do that? I didn’t know that a woman could be so intriguing with her combination of sassy teen girl, bodacious curves, and sheer femininity.
“Mr. Jonsson, show me,” she murmurs in a throaty voice, still pressing those big tits against my shins. “I want to see what you’ve got.”
My cocks go rock solid, and I pause for a moment mid-sit up.
“Absolutely not, honey. You’re too young and you’re not prepared for what I have.”
But Chloe gets a secretive look on her face then. She casts a quick glance around the gym to see if anyone’s looking, and after making sure the coast is clear, the sweet girl sits back and spreads her legs in my direction, splitting her knees apart. Then, she reaches down and pulls the crotch of her leotard to one side, revealing her steaming pink pussy and stiff nub.
“Please, Mr. Jonsson?” she asks in a throaty voice. “Otherwise I’ll have to flash the entire gym if you don’t.”
I stare at her swollen folds as they shine slick and slippery in the low lights. Holy fuck. I had no idea this was going to happen. As I watch, mesmerized, Chloe giggles quietly and reaches one finger down to her clit, gently teasing the hard nub out of its hood.