Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
“You’re incredible,” I say. “But God can’t help you now.”
She stares at the ceiling, dazed, then looks at me, lips parted. “Hmmm? Is it always like that?”
I laugh. “Only with me.”
She’s still panting, but awareness continues to tremble through her ivory form.
I brush the golden locks from her face, kiss her cheek, and settle beside her on the bed.
“Rest a minute,” I say, and stroke her stomach, feeling the aftershocks ripple under my hand.
She turns her face to me, blue eyes glazed with pleasure. “You can do whatever you want to my body,” she murmurs, and it’s not a dare. It’s surrender. “I want you to, Daddy. Use my curves to make yourself feel good.”
I believe her. This innocent girl is a horny slut on the inside.
And I’m going to ruin her, one perfect inch at a time.
Andie’s still limp from the aftershocks, her breath slow and ragged, when I ease myself up to the head of the bed. The lamp throws a soft, honey-colored pool across the silk sheets, catching the beads of sweat on her chest and the damp shimmer of her thighs. I watch her recover, every eyelash flicker, every slow return of color to her face. She looks ruined already, and absolutely beautiful, but I haven’t even started.
I strip my shirt, toss it somewhere, and crawl onto the bed above her. I’m not subtle about it—she can see the outline of my cock, already hard again and eager. Her eyes drop to it, and I catch the way her pupils widen, black eating up blue.
I kiss her again, softer this time. She tastes like wine and salt and something wild I can’t name. I run my hand down her arm, over the delicate bones of her wrist, and pin her hand to the bed above her head. She’s so small under me, I could break her, but instead I just stroke her cheek, the side of her neck, the perfect curve of her breast.
“Are you ready?” I rasp.
She looks at me. “Ready for what?”
I grin, blue eyes flashing devilishly. “You’ll see.”
Her nipples are flushed, standing at attention, and I roll one between my thumb and finger. She gasps, arching her back, pressing herself into my hand.
“I love your tits,” I say, and mean it. “I could suck on your tits forever.”
She laughs, a short, high sound, and I feel her relax, the last of the tension bleeding out of her.
“Really?” she coos, lifting her big breasts with her hands as if in offering to me. “Sometimes I do this for fun,” she says in a coy tone before lifting one tit to her mouth and licking the nipple. She never drops my eyes, and then lifts the other, licking that nipple too.
“Ooooh, it feels so good!” she sighs. “I can feel it in my cunt.”
I lean forward and lick her tits then.
“Goddamn, you’re a dirty girl,” I rasp. “But you have me to suck your tits now, sweetheart. Anytime you want your nipples licked, you tell me.”
She giggles and then moans as I move lower, kissing down her body. She lifts her hands, buries them in my hair, then pulls at my shoulders as if she can’t decide whether she wants to hold me down or pull me up.
When I reach her pussy again, I nuzzle at it, licking up the evidence of her orgasm.
“Fuck baby, you taste so good,” I rasp. “Like honey.”
She’s still so tight, I have to take my time. I work her open, gentle, teasing, until she’s moaning, writhing under my tongue.
She whimpers, “I want you inside me, Thomas,” and her voice is so shaky, so open, that for a second I almost lose control.
I kiss my way back up her body, settling my weight between her legs. I brace one hand on the mattress by her head, the other cupping her jaw. I look her dead in the eye.
“I’m sorry because this is going to hurt, a little,” I say. “But I’ll make it good. I promise.”
She nods, wide-eyed, and wraps her arms around my neck. Her nails dig into my back, and it’s exactly what I need.
I position myself at her entrance, rub the head of my cock against her lips, letting her feel the size and the heat. She tenses, then relaxes, and I push in, just a little, just enough to stretch her.
She sucks in a breath, nails raking down my shoulders.
“Ooooh!”
I hold still, whispering, “Breathe. Just breathe. You’re doing so well, baby girl. You’re tasting your first dick and loving it.”
She inhales, then exhales, and after a few seconds I push a little further. The resistance is real because Andie’s so fucking tight, but I merely kiss her again, hoping to distract from the pain below.
“You’re doing great,” I rasp again. “You’re small, but it’s proof that you’re a virgin. Keep breathing,” I command. “In through the nose, out through the mouth.”