Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Hell, I can’t spank you, baby. You’re too good of a girl.”
“I am?” she asks, flipping her hair over one shoulder to look at me with hope, with vulnerability—and I know I’m making the right call. Maybe there are times where she would need a firm hand, but tonight isn’t one of them. Not after being scared in the bar. Not after being surrounded by abusive vultures for so long.
Nah, she needs the princess treatment tonight.
“You’re so good, getting this wet for me.” I plant a knee on the couch behind her, drawing her hot, young ass backward into my lap. “If you weren’t a virgin, I’d slam you just like this. Deep and meaty.” I tilt my hips and roll them, yanking her tighter to me at the same time. “You’d have to replace the upholstery on this couch afterward, I’d drop so much filthy come between these golden thighs.”
She makes a strangled sound and attempts to squeeze her legs together, but I don’t allow that. No, I hold them open and watch the moisture coat her inner thighs, her sides shuddering in and out. “P-P-Penn.”
“It’s uncomfortable to be that horny, isn’t it, baby?” I hike her skirt up the remaining distance to her waist, then slip the sodden thong down to her knees, blood surging between my legs at the reveal of her virgin slit that continues to produce proof of her arousal. And miracle of miracles. It’s me she’s hot for. “Believe me, I know how it feels, baby. My dick has been made of marble since I saw you chained to that tree. It could prop up a Roman fucking palace.” I spit down the crack of her ass, watching my saliva slither over her rear pucker and lower to her pussy. “Put your cheek on the couch.”
Jenna follows instructions eagerly, and the new position gives me exactly what I need. Access to the front. Access to the part of her that has me salivating.
“There’s that pretty cunt,” I rasp, sliding the pad of my thumb through the smooth valley of her flesh and listening to her wrench a cry when I find that button, tickling and teasing it. Rubbing it lightly until her thighs inch wider in an involuntary request for more.
But I’m an extremely tall man, so I do what’s necessary to get my tongue where it needs to go, sliding my arms between her thighs, hooking them out and around her hips. And lifting her lower body to a forty-five-degree angle, that sweet ass in the air, her whimpering face pressed to the couch, allowing me to eat the best meal of my thirty-three years. I feast on her wet, candy cunt, and I’m not going to lie, I fucking slobber all over it. I rub my face against her slippery holes and lash her with my tongue, saying prayers of thanksgiving in my head over this incredible fortune.
“Oh, my goodness,” she whines, wiggling against my face, her thighs shaking like leaves every time the tip of my tongue finds her clit and makes it swell with quick strokes. Quick, fluttering strokes that get deeper, deeper and make her moan. “Oh, my goodness!” she screams again—her pleasure like a deluge, sweetness invading my mouth and trailing down my chin, her body convulsing, thighs in a shaking flex.
I have no recollection of getting up from the coach, but there I am, striding to the back of the trailer with a limp Jenna over my shoulder. I lay her down gently, like a princess, propping her legs up so I can stare at her beautiful cunt while I unfasten my jeans. Post-orgasm, she’s still staring up at the ceiling blindly, her petite body still locked in the aftershock, but I am a dying man. I’m a beast falling on top of beauty and pushing her thighs as wide as they’ll go, looking her in the eye and slowly plowing her full of cock.
“Say Daddy.”
“Daddy,” she gasps, her eyes glazing over more, more, with every inch I give her, and when I’m fully seated and she’s strangling the fucking life out of me, I flex my hips and move them in a circle to break her in, leave no corner untouched. “My tummy!”
“What about it, baby?” I say, thickly.
“It feels so crowded…and ticklish. All of me does.”
I grit my teeth to keep my balls in check, but hell, they’re pressed up against her ass crack and throbbing with urgency. “Do you hurt?”
She nods solemnly. Pouting out her bottom lip. Requiring that princess treatment. Craving it. And I’m already obsessed with giving it to her.
“Poor little girl,” I say quietly, slanting my mouth over her much sweeter one, sweeping her into a deep, hypnotic kiss that causes her pussy to spasm around my swollen cock…her muscles releasing their nervous clench, little by little. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you if I could help it, baby.”