Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
That breaks me, seeing my sopping underwear in his teeth.
I shatter all over his dick, bliss exploding along my skin. He moans, fucking me, filling me up deep, thrusting harder and harder as my orgasm peaks, my fingers digging into his couch, and as it feels like I can’t take anymore, he pulls out with a cry of bliss.
One hand strokes his dick and the other covers the tip with my panties.
He comes in my old underwear, watching me as he does it, moaning the most sensual, incredible sound I’ve ever heard.
When he’s done, he sits back for a moment, breathing hard.
Then he takes one foot, kisses the heel—
And starts to slip the cum-and-spit covered underwear on.
“Hold on,” I say in surprise. “What are you doing?”
“I want you to put these on.” He slips them over my other foot, pulls them to my ankle. “You’re going to wear them into my bedroom. I want you to feel my cum between your legs. Then I’m going to rip them off you, shove them in your mouth again, and fuck you until you scream.”
I let out a giddy, shocked laugh. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious, love. That or you can go home. We can stop whenever you like.”
I stare at the panties as he moves them up my hips. This is so freaky and weird, I should stop it right now.
But it’s the way he’s looking at me, the tone of his voice, the sheer desperation and desire that keeps me from running into the hall screaming at the top of my lungs.
He’s desperate for me. He wants this so badly it's killing him. And that only makes me need this even more.
I raise my hips, inviting him.
He slips the underwear on.
They feel gross. They’re wet, spitty, cummy, and don’t fit that well anymore.
But he leans back and looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“Stand up,” he pleads, hand already stroking himself.
His dick’s still half hard.
I get off the couch and stand in front of him. I cover my breasts with my hands and twist, looking down at myself. The crotch is soaked and the ass is ruined. “I’m not sure these are going to survive a wash if I’m honest.”
“I’m never going to fucking wash those again, love.” He bites his lip hard. “Walk. Please.”
“You’re really loving this, aren’t you?”
“You look fucking perfect. Please, love. Walk.”
It’s the begging that kills me. I think I could ask him to burn himself and he’d do it out of sheer desperation. I take a few steps, teasing, and look back. It’s strange, but I feel more sexual, more beautiful, more in control than I’ve ever felt before in my life.
He stands, fist around his cock.
“Walk,” he says again.
“And then what?”
“And then I’m going to peel that underwear off and fuck you from behind. I’m going to bend you over the bed and worship your beautiful pussy. Is that something you want?”
“That sounds… acceptable.”
“Walk.”
I take a few steps, and a few more. He stays back, rapt, lips parted and his tongue hanging out. His hand moves up and down his dick slowly.
Fuck.
My heart’s pounding as I reach the bedroom. He keeps his distance, watching intently, and I feel his eyes. I pause, looking back, and tug the panties down over my ass, ever so slightly.
That breaks him. He comes at me, roughly drags me to the bed, and bends me over as promised.
“I didn’t tell you to take them off,” he says eagerly, hand snapping down on my butt cheek hard. I yelp in shock. “And now your punishment.”
“Liam!”
Another spank. And another, and another, until his fingers find my pussy again, grazing and rubbing. The pleasure that hits me is like a hurricane. I arch into him, greedy for more.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, nipping at my neck and my ear. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, love.”
“I want it. But please don’t make me wear dirty panties anymore.”
“I’ll make you wear what I want when I want, and I think you’ll do it.”
“Why?”
“Because you like this as much as I do, sick girl.”
He shoves me down and drops to his knees. I glance over my shoulder as he peels off my panties, tosses them aside, and spreads me wide.
His tongue laps at me from behind.
Fuck that feels so good. He licks and licks, moaning as he does it, before fisting my hair and sliding deep inside again.
Already rock hard.
I buck and arch into him, wanting every inch to push in deep. I moan his name as he fucks me, rough this time, not holding back. Each thrust is meant to break me, and I want more. I welcome him to fucking try.
He grinds into me like that. It’s sweaty and feels incredible, so much I can hardly breathe. His mouth finds mine over my shoulder and kisses me, tasting me, his fingers reaching around to stroke at my clit. I melt into him, fall over the edge, tumble into blackness, and come on his big dick like it’s the only pleasure left in the world, clinging to the feeling as he fills me, again and again, moaning as his warmth spreads inside. He kisses me eagerly, and when we’re done, we collapse together on top of the sheets, his arms holding me tight to his chest.