Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Brent!” she breathed, eyes wide, not moving under the hot water. “What- what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I rumbled deep in my chest, dick growing bigger, pulsing under her gaze. Because the brunette’s eyes had leapt to my cock immediately, cheeks coloring, mouth opening as she took in my massive size. Oh yeah, I’m ten inches and wide all around. There have been a couple pussies that almost couldn’t fit me, in fact. I’d had to screw myself in, those small holes so tight, so swollen, as the women screamed with pleasure at the penetration.
And Katy’s reaction was so arousing. Despite the shocked look on her face, her nipples had grown hard, pebbled, jutting out straight at me, begging to be kissed. And although I could no longer see that pussy, I could see the unmistakable smear of cream on her thigh, and as I watched, the juice dripped a little, a tiny rivulet running all the way down to her knee.
“Baby,” I growled again, my eyes hot on those curves. “Let me help you with that razor, I’m good with my hands.”
The girl still stared at me, shocked, her boobies heaving up and down. But something clicked in her brain then because she panted slightly, relaxing a bit before opening the shower stall door.
“But Brent,” she murmured, shooting me a glance, those brown eyes still innocent. “Isn’t this wrong?”
I was on the opportunity in a flash, out of my clothes and in the stall in a New York second. Fuck, it was so tiny in here that there was practically no room to move, her breasts pressed against my chest immediately, that pussy squooshed against my thigh like it had always belonged there.
“Br-Brent,” she stammered slightly, her warm breath on my neck. “Are you sure this is okay?”
And I stroked her then, running my big hands over her breasts, tweaking each nipple, circling them with my thumbs, making her gasp, her cunt creaming hotly against my leg.
“Of course it’s okay,” I ground out. “You’re a woman now, eighteen, an adult. It’s time to share your body with a man … if you want.”
And she paused for a moment. Oh god, I almost died, my heart going at a million miles an hour, dick so hard it was going to break off. If she said no, if she said wait, I was going to be a dead man, the blue balls would kill me alone. Fuck, I’d kill myself if it came to that.
But fortunately, my best girl was warm, willing, and generous.
“Yes,” she murmured against my throat again. “I want to try.”
And I kissed her deep then, seizing that sweet pink pout with my lips, tracing the seam of her mouth with my tongue.
“Little girl, I promise you won’t regret this,” I rasped harshly against her lips. “I’ll make you feel good.”
She mewled against me, eyes closed, pushing her tits and cunt even more closely against me, grinding against me a bit.
“I know you will,” she breathed, moaning a bit as I pinched one nipple hard. “But Mr. Larson, I have to ask one thing,” she panted, drawing back for a moment.
Again, I almost died. Oh fuck, if she asked for something like “only kissing” or “only petting,” I was going to fucking die, my dick was going to shrivel up and crack off, it needed that pink pussy so bad.
But instead, my little girl shot me a shy smile. She looked at me, eyes wide, begging, and asked, “Promise you’ll put it in bare, okay?”
I was stock still, every nerve in my body singing. No condom? No nothing? Was she fucking kidding me?
“Honey, are you sure?” I rasped against her lips. “Because you’re eighteen and fertile, you know what happens when a virile man comes in you.”
And she gasped but nodded once more, her lips tracing the line of my jaw.
“I know,” she whispered against my skin. “But it’s my first time and I want to feel you in me, just you with no condom.”
I lost it then. If I’d been hard before, I was a fucking diamond now, my dick tip dripping in a continuous stream, the semen melting against her soft tummy, running down her leg.
“Baby,” I growled. “I’m gonna give it to you so good, you’re gonna scream my name over and over again, beg me for more once it’s done.”
And she creamed against me just like that, that hot gush of juice against my strong thigh the evidence of her want, her need.
“Take me then, Mr. Larson,” she moaned. “Take my pussy and fuck it good.”
And what could I do but obey? I got on my knees in the shower stall, worshiping that sweet, curvy form, lapping at the undersides of her breasts, her soft tummy before licking the insides of those creamy thighs.