Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I suppose that’s why Edwards hired the cleaning service. Until we find another live-in maid, the service will be coming in every two weeks. But for right now, I can handle clearing off the table myself. The kitchen staff does the dishes, but I can help them out by taking them to the kitchen.
I grab the apple meringue pie from the fridge and two small plates. I cut two slices at the counter inside, and then carry them to where Kaylee still sits on the patio. She smiles peacefully as she takes in the garden. I have a sudden vision of Kaylee having a long lunch here in the future, one hand resting on her burgeoning stomach as a little one kicks inside. She’s serene and glowing from her pregnancy, her brown curls waving about her soldiers.
Holy shit, I’ve totally lost it.
But I manage to stay calm, and set her plate in front of her with a steady hand.
“Apple meringue for your tasting enjoyment, my lady.”
She positively beams at me.
“It looks delicious, Elliot. Thank you so much.”
Kaylee lifts a tentative forkful to her lips. She sniffs it, checks out the texture, and then finally shovels it into her mouth. So unladylike, but also exactly my type.
“Oh my God. That’s delicious!”
I grin at her. “I’m glad you like it. But you’ve got something right here…”
I point to my own lip to indicate where she has a bit of meringue. She tries to get it with her tongue, but it’s impossible.
I move around to her side of the table and swipe the mess away with my thumb. I don’t move my hand away immediately, and electricity courses through the air. Our eyes meet, and the same thrill I felt when we met yesterday buzzes through my body. Slowly, I lean forward and brush my lips against hers.
Kaylee leans into the kiss. Her response is exactly what I’d hoped for, and her big breasts brush against my arm.
We pull away, and I meet her eyes again.
“I want you,” I growl. “Apple meringue be damned.”
She smiles coyly, and her brown eyes flash.
“Oh good, because you can have me, big boy. This is all yours,” she says, while shimmying that voluptuous body. My fingers tangle in Kaylee’s hair, pulling her close to me. She stands so that our bodies are flush against each other.
I slide a hand up her dress and touch a large breast through her bra. She moans against me, nibbling on my lip.
“Fuck baby, what size are these?” I grunt. “I love how you’re so big.”
She giggles.
“They’re Double Ds,” she replies. “You like?” she asks before pulling one out from the deep vee of her dress. I don’t even reply. I merely reach down and latch onto a pink crest, sucking that delectable tip into my mouth.
She moans and tilts her head back, delicate profile raised to the sky.
“Fuck that feels good,” she whispers, already beginning to grind against me. “Oh Elliot.”
I love how she’s a lady and a tramp mixed into one, but right now, I want the tramp. I want her to show me all the tricks she learned at the trailer park. With one hand, I dip into the meringue on the table and spread some of the white frosting onto her pebbled nipple. Then I lean down, and lick it all off.
“Ooooh,” she murmurs with a sly smile. “What other filth do you have planned, big boy?”
I merely smile, dipping my finger once again into the meringue. But this time, I don’t swipe it onto her tit. Instead, I reach beneath her skirt and pull her panties aside before wiping it all over that creamy pussy. She’s already wet and swollen, and her head falls back as I skate over her clit.
“Mmmm!” is Kaylee’s delighted wail. “Fuck!”
But even that’s not enough.
“I’m going to take you,” I growl, while helping her turn around. Then I push the curvy girl over until her breasts are smashed flat against the table. Her hips are high up in the air, and with a quick movement, I tear her panties straight off. Then I dip my finger into the meringue and wipe some over her asshole. Of course, there’s only one way for this to end. Slowly, I lean forward, holding her big cheeks apart. Her hidden hole is covered in whipped cream, but I dip my tongue in, questing for her secret place.
“Mmmm!” she cries out, fingers clenching as I slip my tongue into her anus. “Oh fuck!”
“Oh fuck is right,” I rasp, tasting her tight walls as I breathe. “I’m going to fuck this butt until it’s raw.”
With that, I stand in a hurry, pulling my huge shaft out. There’s no time to look for the lube, so instead, I turn to the meringue again, and spread it all over my veiny length until it’s well-coated. Then I press the head against her brown button and begin to ease myself inside.