Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“It’s my fucking dick Stephanie of course, I’m sure.”
“Are you in the Guinness book of records or something?”
“Why do you ask that?” He seemed genuinely surprised by my question. Like, how do you not know?
“Because I didn’t think those things came like that. Are you the only one?” I whispered the last part like it was top-secret.
“No, I’m pretty sure there are plenty of men with big dicks. What’re you mad about now?” He put his hands on his hips and asked.
“Are you kidding me? I spent ten years of my life with that tiny dick asshole, and there was shit like this walking around out there?” My ex really is a no-dick wonder.
“By the way, you’re not getting that thing anywhere near my snatch, and what is that at the end of it?”
He looked down at himself again while what looked like little silver barbells ran down the side of his dick with a hoop earring at the very tip.
“This is Jacob’s ladder.” He pointed to the row of six or seven little balls that ran up both sides at the bottom of his cock. “And this is called a Prince Albert. They’re both gonna make your pussy meow.” He had the nerve to quirk his brow at me.
You hush, Ms. Kitty. Her greedy butt was chomping at the bit, but no, hell no. I wanna have babies, not destroy my reproductive system. But it looked so pretty just hanging there down to just above his knee with all that hardware that I could imagine scraping against my walls.
It even curved like an elephant’s trunk when it was trumpeting, but I guess the weight was too much for it to curve back to his stomach. I kept both hands over Ms. Kitty and even turned to the side for better protection from that thing though my insides were already trying to readjust themselves to make him fit because I really did want it so bad.
MACE
This fucking girl! I had her taste in my mouth running down my chin onto my chest. I’d done everything I could to prepare her to take me. She was ripe and ready after almost an hour of tongue play. But as soon as my pants hit the floor, she lost her shit. Now she stood across the room from me, inching closer and closer to the door as she covered her pussy with her hands and eyed my dick like it was the enemy.
“Come here, Stephanie.”
“Nuh-uh!” She shook her head. “I don’t think it would fit.” She sounded desperate.
“Too late now; that pussy is mine. Come over here, let me tear that ass up.” She squealed and tried to make a run for it. I grabbed her around her middle and took her back to bed. Now I just gotta warm her back up, which is no hardship, fuck.
Last night I was focused on her punishment, so I didn’t really allow myself to enjoy her wonderful bounty. But man, I gotta tell you, I’m wrecked. She’s thick, and I’m not talking that fake size twelve thick; I’m talking the real deal: big voluptuous ass, big tits, big thighs, big waist. The kinda thick that fills out a T-shirt and jeans, and you don’t know if to look at the front or the back because both of them got you going.
As hot as I was for her, though, I took her real fear into consideration. “Don’t worry, baby; I’ll take care of you.” I started all over again, distracting her from my size until she was cooing at me again, and her pussy was leaking like a faucet. “I want to see that ass while I fuck you from behind.” I flipped her over, which she seemed to get a thrill out of, and wrapped my arm around her middle to pull her up on her knees.
I ran my hands over the perfect soft globes of her ass and salivated. “Are you on the pill Stephanie?” She shook her head and looked back over her shoulder at me.
“Don’t you have a condom?” She sounded so pitiful, like she thought I was going to leave her hanging.
“I do. Are you clean? When was your last checkup?”
“A month and a half ago, I’m straight.”
“So am I.” I looked into her eyes when I said this as she was still gazing over her shoulder, and I think she had a mini–O at the thought of me doing her bareback.
“I have a wicked pull-out game.” I grinned as I started easing my dick to her. I was only halfway in when she started her shit—bucking and screeching until I slapped her ass hard. “Settle down; let me get it in.”
“Wait, there’s more?” She whimpered and dropped her head down on the mattress between her hands while her pussy walls closed in around my dick like an ambush. She was tight, I mean the kind of tight you expect to find on a fresh-faced virgin, not a thirty-something woman who’d been married ten years.