Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Aieee!” she shrieked, lifting her head for a moment. “Aieee!”
But I only shushed the brunette, stroking the golden curve of her back like I was calming a nervous filly, making clucking noises as she squirmed and writhed beneath me, pinned on my cock like a kebab on a stick.
“It’ll feel good soon, baby girl,” I murmured into her ear, “Soon, soon.”
And with that, I pushed again, this time embedding all of my donkey into her behind. The pain must have been intense, fifteen inches of pure iron because Tina squealed again, her back going ramrod straight before she collapsed on her forearms, jiggly body panting with effort, breaking out into a sweat.
But never had anything been more beautiful because now my cock was buried in her ass to the hilt, those round orbs obscenely bisected by a huge piece of man meat, cunt leaking wetly below, thighs and back covered in a sheen of sweat, shimmering a bit as I began a slow slide into and out of her anal canal.
“Shhh,” I hushed as little mewls of pleasure-pain escaped her lips. “Relax baby, it’ll get good.”
And pretty soon those little mewls became cries of pleasure, ecstatic yips and breathy gasps as I pounded her behind.
“Ohhh fuck me,” she gasped at one point, her face strained, those beautiful brunette curls thrown over one shoulder, body humping up and down. “Butt-fuck me, butt-fuck me,” she chanted.
And I was only too happy to oblige. The pace picked up, my balls bouncing against her puss as I drilled again and again, that cunt juice like molten lava, soaking the fronts of my thighs with nectar.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” I ground out, the unbelievable squeeze so good, the tight fit like a vise. “Fuuuuuck!” I roared as I came, spurting gallons of man milk into her anal chamber, up her rectum and into her GI tract. And at the very same moment, I reached below and seized a nipple in each hand, pulling and twisting hard, filling my palms with those huge, creamy gazongas, stimulating her up top as well as down below as the brunette careened over the edge, coming like a house on fire, her cunt shaking with spasms, ass clamping down on my dick so hard, with such force, I thought it would break.
“Kristiiiaaan!” her voice rang out in the forest as cars zoomed past, not so far away, anyone could have stopped and seen us at any minute. “Kristian,” she cried again as her rump jiggled and shook with the tremors overtaking her form, almost shaking me loose with the volcanic eruption.
But I was in too deep, grabbing onto her tits, using them as leverage, burying myself deeper in her still, enjoying the feel of snug womanflesh surrounding me, enveloping me, letting myself breathe in her scent, the unmistakable tang of her pussy cream mixed with the musk of female back end.
And finally, we both calmed enough to rejoin the world once again, our breathing ragged, locked together, my huge, masculine form bent over her round, feminine body as she knelt on all fours in the grass. I nipped at her shoulder, tasting the sweet perspiration there, running the edge of my tongue along the elegant curve of her neck, savoring the utter femaleness of this girl.
And Tina sighed a little before stretching a bit and moaning, giving me better access to the sensitive curve of her neck.
“Again, Highness?” she asked coyly, wiggling her butt a little.
And I groaned, my cock twitching as it came back to life in that sweet, hot space because I was more than game … for round two, if not three and four.
TINA
I never imagined it would be like this. Prince Kristian was so dirty, so utterly disgusting, his mind in the gutter, taking my behind like he owned it. And I have to admit that I loved it, loved every second of our illicit encounter by the highway, where anyone could have seen us had they slowed and peered into the shrubbery.
Because it had been amazing, beyond my wildest dreams. I’d blown him, taken that huge donkey dong deep into my throat before getting on my hands and knees and offering him my behind like a whore, a harlot who was open any time for business. And if it was Kristian’s business then my pussy and ass were his for the taking, available always.
But what intrigues me is the fact that he’s such a man of contrasts, the personal, the physical, the mental. On the one hand, he’s a prince, with everything it implies. Savvy, cosmopolitan, powerful, with knowledge of politics, the economy, and foreign affairs, it’d been easy for him to pick up on my little sector of microfinance. He’d immediately understood the value of Roma Outreach, how even a loan of five thousand lirah could make a difference to a community outfit.