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)
“Ohh, that feels good,” she moans, her eyes closing for a moment as her head tilts back. “I wish it was you petting my clit for me, Mr. Jonsson. It would be so amazing and such a turn-on, don’t you agree?”
Alright, Chloe wins. I’m clearly no match for this teenage minx because I’m about to erupt. Two geysers are going to create puddles of fluid on the gym right here, right now, if I don’t do something about it. With a rush, I stand and drag Chloe to her feet.
“Goodness!” she pants, looking up at me with big blue eyes. “You’re in a hurry, aren’t you?”
But I’m not listening because I’m already dragging the curvy girl to anyplace where we can get some privacy. The men’s locker room? Hell no. The women’s? That’s not going to work either. Then, I see a door on the left labeled “Employees Only” and try the handle. It opens, revealing a lounge with some battered sofas, a table, and a mini-fridge humming away. This will work.
I drag Chloe in before kicking the door behind us and then locking it with a swift movement of my hand. My blue eyes blaze as I look at the curvy girl. Any other woman would be wilting with fear, but instead, Chloe sashays to the battered brown couch and sits there primly, as if she’s a princess waiting for her courtier to bow. But this is no princess because then a naughty smile overtakes her features, and she spreads her legs again, this time positioning the soles of her feet against the couch seat. Her knees are up by her ears, and goddamn, but the crotch of her leotard is still pulled to one side, revealing those steamy folds.
“You like?” she giggles. “I’m guessing so because of the way you dragged me in here like a cave man, Mr. Jonsson. But I’ll make it worth your while,” she promises in a throaty voice. “Just you wait.”
Then, as I watch with avid eyes, the blonde teenager reaches between her legs and unsnaps the crotch to her leotard. The fabric springs apart immediately, parting to show her sweetest spots as Chloe giggles. But she’s not done yet. Instead, she rolls her hips backwards and lifts her knees even higher so that her coffee pucker comes into view. Teasingly, she runs a finger over those tight pleats before spitting slightly. The trail of drool falls from her lips to her backdoor before the dirty girl gently massages the saliva into her anus.
“Do you like what you see, Mr. Jonsson?” she coos. “I’m ready for you.”
Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. She’s a dirty little slut, and I love it. By now, my cocks are straining at my gym shorts, with my top dick’s helmet peeking over the waistband.
“You’re ready, huh?” I growl, whipping my shirt off over my head to reveal my bronzed torso.
“I am,” she whispers enticingly while batting her lashes. “Come and taste me, Mr. Jonsson.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got to get a load of my anatomy first, sweetheart. Like I said, I’m not your average guy.”
Then, I pull my basketball shorts down before stepping out of the slippery fabric. My two cocks bounce forwards, both already rock hard and smeared with seed at the tips. The top one is about nine inches, thick and girthy, while the bottom one is ten inches and pulsing with veins. Both are connected to one set of balls at the bottom which are already growing hard and tight, ready to shoot.
“Oh my!” she gasps, her eyes going wide. Chloe’s hands still for a moment because she can’t believe what she’s seeing.
“Cat got your tongue?” I tease. “Like I said, I’m not your average guy.”
“But—but—” she stammers.
“Like I said, I can make you happy, sweetheart. In fact, I can take the place of the multiple guys you’re fucking currently. One ride on my double shafts is like a trip around the sun with your hair on fire.”
“OMGOMGOMG,” Chloe hums, still unable to speak. She’s staring at my equipment, but I’m pleased to see that she’s obviously enraptured by my anatomy. The saucy girl licks her lips for a moment, watching as a long string of seed drops from my top shaft to hit the floor before breaking.
“Oh yeah, I want you bad, sweetheart,” I rasp while gripping my upper shaft in my right hand, and my lower shaft in my left. Then I stroke up and down slowly, watching her big breasts heave. “But the question is, can you take it, Chloe? Can the self-proclaimed super-slut of St. George Crossing handle my anatomy? Or have you met your match?”
Her pink pout opens and closes as she continues to stare, and I let out a throaty laugh. After all, the door’s locked and the room is secure. I won’t let Chloe get off that couch without sampling her sweet holes first … forcing her to take my shafts whether she’s ready or not.