Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Oh, shit! What’s happening here?
“Sarah, I didn’t know that,” Damien says, laughing. His hand closes over her breast and she yelps at his squeeze. “I didn’t have to though. Your pussy was so fucking wet it soaked through onto my lap when you sat there. I fucking knew I owned that pussy from that moment. Now stroke it like you did that night and show TD just how much you like coming. Yes, you can come. I just want you to do it.” Damien offers her this nicety…but I know that’s because if he touches her, then she won’t be able to stay safe from his cock and that virginity of hers will get decimated.
I don't fucking blame him.
“I’ll be watching, just touch yourself. But don’t close your eyes.” Damien looks like the damn cat who ate the canary. He is completely fucking pleased by her confession about her masturbating to the thought of him.
Sarah, on the other hand? Her face is a furious blushing pink-red on her pale, gorgeous skin. Her breathing is shallow and ragged. Her hand is shaking as she brings it down to rub her pussy. Her movements aren’t skilled. She hasn’t masturbated a lot before. Not well. That makes this fucking sweeter somehow. Like, she tried it for Damien. And now she’s trying it for me. And Damien.
Fuck this is so hot.
Her fingers spread her tight little pussy, and she starts to stroke. Her eyelids droop with lust but Sarah is such a goddamn good girl and keeps her eyes open. They aren’t really looking into mine, but it almost feels like they are with the way she is looking in my direction. She bites her lip and strokes her pussy more, bringing her thumb to her clit. Pressing two fingers into her pussy, she whimpers. Gets the cutest fucking lines of strain on her face as she takes a few of her fingers.
Oh, baby girl, we are going to split you in half with our big fucking cocks. Damien and I are fucking blessed in that department big fucking time. Her tight little pussy may barely take her fingers now, but she’s going to get her pussy licked so damn much for the rest of eternity that she’ll be more than ready to take our cocks. Fuck, the way she's moaning at taking her fingers and stroking her own clit, circling it lightly and trembling at every touch, still self conscious about it? I know that her entire world is going to be upside down and completely exploding when we get a hold of her.
Goddamn, I want to fucking hold her. She’s shaking and nervous. That will make it harder to come, baby girl. I wanna tell little princess to relax. I want to hold her against me and guide her hand. I look and see that Damien isn’t saying anything but his fists are balled up and he is goddamn holding back with everything he has to keep from touching her or saying anything. But because of how things are going according to plan, the best thing for everyone to do is to let her get comfortable. Sarah is a good girl and she gets to come. Soon, she will find her way out of the haze of her nerves, and she’s going to come, right on her hand, and fall apart from all the things that are holding her back. I saw the way she looks at Damien. That’s more than goddamn lust. It makes me swallow. I will have to fuck her so damn good that she knows I’m worth allowing to intrude in on what she has with him. I mean, the masturbation thing? He was her fucking exact taste and need from the moment she saw him. There’s a level of comfort that she has with him that’s goddamn touching. Her little moans right now with all my mushy feelings make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. And I see that lust building up in her eyes and overtaking the nerves. Sarah knows I’m watching and she is most definitely still getting off. In fact, a man can dare to dream, and that’s turning me on more.
Sarah has that look in her eyes. I’ve seen this look before. On Damien’s face. Sarah needs to let go. Damien, ironically, in holding back from fucking Sarah just yet, is finally letting go like he needs to. They're more similar than they realize.
And me? I would fucking let go the instant the right girl was there and I could bury myself in her pussy. And, or, also that ass. God, Sarah is that girl. This wicked and crazy little plan that Damien is pushing on me is completely going to work. Damien knows I want to settle down with the perfect toy, the perfect woman for me. I probably would get a woman off the Virgin Market. I’m goddamn complicated and the Virgin Market is supposed to be easy. So things aren’t as simple with Sarah…but they’re close enough. I need her. I goddamn need her. My cock is going to explode in my pants trying to make that point.