Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
My ears were ringing as I looked down at the girl with cum smeared lenses, and the Lilith showed in her again. Rosie lapped her tongue up against me like a dirty little kitten, tasting cum for the very first time.
“Do you like that?” I asked, and she nodded, showing me her tongue before she swallowed.
“Yeah, I love it.”
“Take some more then.”
I did take hold of her hair this time. I pushed the swollen head of my dick in her mouth, dripping with cum as she slurped at me. She was a very, very good student.
She smacked her lips as I pulled away and I didn’t waste any time dropping down on top of her. I pinned her nicely and licked my cum from around her lips, before kissing her deeply enough to taste myself. It was pure, beautiful filth with a perfect angel.
“Your turn now,” I said after she’d kissed me back, and she was already well on the road to an orgasm when I positioned myself so her pussy was in my face. “Show me how you play,” I told her, and her fingers were frantic up close. Flickers against her slit, teasing her clit.
She’d have finished herself off in thirty seconds at the most if I hadn’t stilled her hand.
She moaned as I did it, in animalistic protest, but I gave her another shhh. I teased her pussy lips open to see her clit glistening, and I circled it with my cum-wet tongue.
Cum on her clit, that’s what I wanted to see.
My insanity reached a whole new level of lunacy. My cock was already hard again at the rush of fresh fantasies. Crazy, wild wants that came from nothing but the raw, basal ether.
These were new to me.
I wanted to coat my fingers with my cum and push them all the way into Rosie’s tight little cunt. It felt possessive, as though it would be the power of some kind of primal ownership that made no sense whatsoever to my rational mind.
I was always so careful with the girls I fucked. The last thing I wanted was any kind of accident, but I hadn’t so much as asked Rosie if she was on any form of contraception. This really was bloody madness.
No. NO. I wouldn’t entertain it.
I forced my crazy urges aside and focused on her. Her delicious pussy made that easy. Sucking on her clit was enough of a distraction to block out the world. The way she twisted her fingers in my hair and ground against me with whimpers of yes, yes, yes could keep me consumed for days on end.
She moaned like a princess, squirming and panting and bucking as I made her come, and then she thanked me with gasping breaths as I kissed my way back up her body. Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her.
I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues.
This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form.
We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months.
I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.
I should have still been using it as a mantra to pull the fuck away from this divine creature, but I couldn’t do it. I was too far gone.
Being a sex addict who liked defiling girls didn’t usually bring me peace in the aftermath. It brought me torment. The shadows of morality were usually ready to strike just as soon as I’d burst through my lust, but I felt no torment whatsoever with Rosie. I kissed her shoulder like a lover as we rested, skin to skin. This was the personification of romance itself. A magical experience, worthy of savouring for ever. Pictures would never do this justice. My camera would be redundant at recording the intensity, nothing but a machine compared to the beauty of pure emotion.
It was her who broke the silence with another sweet little thank you.
My laugh was straight from the stomach. I rolled her to face me, planting a kiss on her lips amid the laughter.
“Oh, Rosie, sweetheart. There is most definitely no need for thanks in this situation, believe me, the thank yous are all mine.”
She still had cum smeared glasses. She made no attempt to clear them as she giggled along with me.
“I don’t care. I want to say thanks anyway. That was awesome.”
“How about the taste of cum, is that awesome too?”
“Yeah, I think it might be one of my favourite desserts from now on.”
“Steady on.”