Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60105 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“These training panties are quite ingenious,” Dylan mused, increasing the pressure slightly. “I’ve read about the philosophy behind their design. The way the fabric clings to every curve, how it enhances sensation… it’s all meant to make you more aware of your body’s needs.”
As if to demonstrate, he ran a finger along the edge of the panties where they cut across my hip. The material seemed to tighten in response, molding even more closely to my pussy. I could feel every fold and crease of my most intimate parts, hyper-aware of how naked I was despite still being technically covered.
“The constant friction,” Dylan explained, his fingers never ceasing their maddening exploration, “the way they hug your pussy so snugly… it’s all designed to keep you in a state of low-level arousal. To remind you of your need for a man’s touch.”
I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations and the humiliation of my body’s eager response. But Dylan wasn’t done with his lesson.
“Open your eyes, Andrea,” he commanded softly. “Watch what I’m doing to you.”
Reluctantly, I obeyed, forcing myself to look down at where Dylan’s hand was working between my spread thighs. The sight of his large, masculine fingers moving against the delicate fabric of my panties sent another surge of heat through me.
“See how your pussy is reacting?” Dylan asked, his voice thick with desire. “How it’s practically sucking at my fingers through the material? Your pussy knows what it wants.”
As if to prove his point, he pressed more firmly against my virgin entrance. I could feel myself clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. A low moan escaped my lips before I could stop it.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dylan said. “Let yourself feel it.”
CHAPTER 18
Andrea
As Dylan’s fingers continued their maddening exploration, I started to think, despite my best efforts to push the thought away, about the reason for my pussy’s wetness. Biology’s reason: the way my body itself was trying to help my suitor claim me as his own.
“Do you know why your body is reacting this way, Andrea?” Dylan asked, as if he could read my mind.
I pretended I didn’t know what he meant. I shook my head mutely, unable to form words as his thumb brushed over my clit once more.
“This wetness,” he explained, “is nature’s way of preparing you down here.”
Another surge of moisture escaped me at his words, and I whimpered softly.
“Your pussy is getting ready,” Dylan continued, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips through the damp fabric. “It’s making itself slick and welcoming, preparing to take a man’s cock.”
I gasped at his crude language, but I couldn’t deny the way my inner muscles clenched at the thought.
“That’s what all this wetness is for, sweetheart,” he murmured. “To ease the way for a big, hard cock to slide inside you. To let a man fuck you properly.”
My hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more pressure against his teasing fingers. The ache inside me had grown almost unbearable, a desperate emptiness begging to be filled.
“Please,” I whispered, hardly recognizing my own voice.
Dylan’s eyes met mine, dark with desire. “Please what, Andrea? Tell me what you need.”
I squirmed under his intense gaze, torn between embarrassment and overwhelming arousal. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered.
“I think you do,” Dylan said firmly. “Say it, Andrea. Beg me for what you want.”
My cheeks flamed even hotter, but the need coursing through my body overrode my shame. “Please,” I whimpered. “Take them off. My panties… please take them off.”
A slow smile spread across Dylan’s face. “Good girl,” he praised. “Ask me properly now.”
Swallowing hard, I forced myself to meet his eyes. “Please, sir,” I begged. “Please take off my panties.”
Without breaking eye contact, Dylan hooked his fingers under the waistband of my training panties. Slowly, torturously, he peeled the damp fabric away from my overheated skin. I lifted my hips and closed my knees to help him, shivering as the cool air hit my naked pussy.
Dylan tossed the soaked panties aside, his gaze dropping to take in my newly bared flesh. I watched his face intently, my heart pounding as his eyes roamed over my most intimate parts.
“Spread your legs again. Even wider,” he commanded softly. “Pull those knees back more. Show me everything.”
I whimpered softly as I complied with my suitor’s lewd instruction, spreading my legs as far as I could and pulling my knees all the way back toward my chest. To my distress I could even see them myself in this posture, my shaven pussy and anus, on display for Dylan’s hungry, ultra-masculine gaze. I felt my face flame with embarrassment even as I sensed myself melting down below at the obscene submission he had decreed.
I watched Dylan’s eyes roam over me, drinking in every detail. My heart pounded as I saw the desire burning in his hazel irises. His gaze lingered on my glistening folds, then dropped lower to where my bottom’s tiny, puckered hole was fully visible.