Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
The scent of dirt and old food hangs in the air, but all I can smell is Ivy. Her scent overwhelms me, making me woozy like a drug. It’s delicious and sensual, like vanilla hiding under the slight hint of engine grease. Which makes sense, considering what she does for a living. We both have that scent on us. She may not be from the depths and depravity of my world, but she’s in its orbit.
Her hands squeeze my shoulders, like she’s testing the hard swells of my muscles. I scour her body, feeling every one of her soft inches. She’s so goddamn sexy. I honestly don’t know how her plump tits and womanly hips fit on her tiny little frame. It’s like she was built for sex, and all I can think about is how many different positions I want to fuck her in.
I want her to ride me while I grab her by the ass and suck her nipples while she moans my name. I want to manhandle her from behind, grab her by the hips and wrap her hair around my fist for better leverage so I can fuck her harder and deeper.
I bet she looks like a goddess with her ass slapping back against my thighs while she takes my inches.
I want to drown in her pussy juice as I drag my tongue up her slit, tasting her sweetness before applying just the right amount of pressure to her clit to bring her to climax. Christ, what could be better than hearing her moan with pleasure as her hips buck wildly against my cheeks and lips?
She’s so warm as I press her up against the brick wall and pop the button on her jeans. She gasps into my mouth as I pull them down over her hips. It takes two hands. Her buxom hips just do not want to let go.
Blood rushes to my cock, pumping it thicker. I’m losing control. Her lips against mine have me gasping for breath. Thank God I have her goddess-esque body to hang on to or I might fall right on my ass.
I’ve never met a woman so perfect in my life. She’s flawlessly put together, like an engine built by the best craftsman alive. I’m absolutely losing it and waste no more time yanking her pants down past her knees, exposing the soft, milky skin of her pale thighs.
I can already feel the pre-cum dripping out of my cock and soaking my boxers. My hard-on is aching to be let out, and I’m dying to be inside her. Under different circumstances, I might be able to take things slowly. Worship her like she deserves. Spend time pleasing her pussy with my mouth.
But right now, I’m too goddamn horny.
Right now, I need to pop that little cherry of hers and make her mine.
She’s kissing me back, but I can feel her body trembling at the same time. She may want this, but she’s nervous too. And I can’t blame her. If she only knew what I had in store for her, she’d run for the hills.
I drag my eyes down her body to the delta between her legs, the pair of cherry-red lace panties covering her pussy mound from me. Ivy opens her mouth like she’s going to speak but swallows her voice as I pull the lace aside and reveal a tiny, pink, perfectly waxed slit.
“I thought you were a virgin,” I growl, an angry jealousy instantly sinking its sharp fingers into my chest.
Ivy’s beautiful eyes go wide. “I–I am,” she stammers.
“But you wax your pussy?” I demand, fixing my eyes on hers, searching for any hint of deception. “Who are you waxing it for?”
“No one…” Her voice is low, timid. She’s trembling even more now. She looks like a scared little rabbit ready to dart away into the night.
“Who, Ivy!?” I snap.
“No one!” she blurts back, slapping a palm against my chest. It doesn’t hurt of course, or even cause me to step back. If anything, it turns me on even more. What a fiery little thing she is. “I just like to do it, okay? It feels…cleaner…”
She really has no idea what she’s doing to me. How utterly obsessed with her I already am. She doesn’t know that I would break the fingers of every man on the planet if it meant keeping their hands off her.
Her response makes sense.
The question is, do I believe her?
Her eyes are quivering. I’m losing control, and it’s upsetting her. That’s not okay. I bite the inside of my cheek to bring me back down to earth. She looks away from me, and it’s like a gulf of loss forms inside of me. I quickly reach out and lift her chin, forcing her to face me.
“I believe you, Ivy,” I say, keeping my voice warm so I don’t scare her. “I’m sorry, I just got a little jealous at the thought of you with another man.”