Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
When we finish, I’m sated and panting, a sheen of sweat on my heavy body. But Jenna is naïve and innocent because she giggles, even with my huge fuckstaff still jammed tight inside her sweetest space.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask, bending my head to press a kiss into the crook of her slender neck. “What’s on your mind? Didn’t that feel good?”
“It felt amazing,” she breathes, shooting me a coy look. “I loved it, but …”
“But what, sweetheart?” I growl. “Are you sore? Are you hurting? Let me know if I did something—”
“No, I’m fine,” Snowflower says quickly with a secret smile. “It’s just that … well, I know this is going to shock you, Daddy, but I don’t want to waste a drop of your sperm. So pull out slow, okay? And then put your dick in my mouth again. I want to make sure to get every ounce of salty jism into my body.”
I groan because again, it’s the contrast of Snowflower that drives me over the edge. I know for a fact that I just took an innocent girl’s virginity, and yet instead of being shy and receding, she’s a slut who craves the taste of my sperm.
“Of course, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Anything you want,” I groan before pulling out slowly from her wet snatch. The woman has dog, and her pussy lips seem to be pulling me back in as I retreat, but the next step is too juicy to miss. Once I’m out, Jenna clambers up onto her hands and knees before me, her lips already seeking my semi-hard cock. She laps hungrily at the glistening vein on the left side, before looking up at me with a smile and opening her mouth into a plush, pink “O.”
“Put it in, Daddy,” she mewls. “Like I said, I don’t want to waste of drop of your sperm and if you’ve got more, then it belongs to me.”
With a low, hungry moan, I do as she asks and slip my huge cock between those succulent pink lips. The immediate suction feels so good that I almost lose myself again, but then I look down at the innocent young blonde’s sinuous back, heart-shaped rear end and spread knees and she kneels before me, her cheeks puffed up with my man meat. Snowflower’s nude, luscious, with big, dangling breasts, and a just-fucked pussy leaking my come. Not only that, but she’s sucking my cock like the good girl she is … with only more to come.
8
Jenna
Isit at the kitchen counter, smiling happily as Rick whips up a batch of pancakes. I had no idea that billionaires knew how to make pancakes, but here we are. He’s tall, handsome, and shirtless, that bronzed back turned as he mixes up creamy batter.
“Wow, you’re not even using a mix,” I marvel. “These pancakes are from scratch!”
The huge man grins, flashing that white smile, and I go weak inside. He’s already loved me every which way possible in bed, but our connection is more than the physical. I feel weak-kneed, dreamy, and totally over the moon with … what? Love? Passion? Romance?
It sounds like it, the voice in my head says in a dry tone. You’re so silly, Jenna. You hooked up with a gorgeous piece of man, and now, you’re acting like a fairy tale princess. You should know better because you literally cater to men for a living. You know how they see you as nothing more than tits and an ass, and how sexualized things get.
But this could be different! the other voice in my head argues. Rick Purdy is nothing like the men who pay me on Only Fans.
He’s exactly like them, the first voice responds sardonically. He’s even worse, because he filmed with you all night, which means you’re even more sexualized in his mind. Your subscribers only have their imaginations, but Rick Purdy has hands-on, skin-on-skin experience.
I hate my subconscious sometimes, and yet I know it’s right because I must be nothing more than a quick fling to this man. He’s the CEO of a major cosmetics company, with billions to his name and vacation properties all over the world. Rick can get any woman he wants, including celebrities, pop stars, and socialites, so why would he want someone like me? I’m his deceased secretary’s daughter, and an OF content creator to boot. He could be dating a girl from Harvard with a Ph.D., while I show off my assets for money.
But at that moment, the handsome man shoots me another grin over his shoulder, and he’s so dazzling and charismatic that I push the negativity out of my mind. This morning is too perfect to ruin with my doleful thoughts, and I smile back, warmed to the core.
“Here you go,” my handsome chef growls as he plates the pancakes and pushes a steaming stack towards me. “Would you like maple syrup? Butter? Damn, where does Mrs. Hinshaw keep the jelly?”