Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56294 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 188(@300wpm)
“We can’t just… What about Paul, huh?” She covers her tits with her hands. “Excuse or not, can we really cross this line?”
“She’s got a point there, Kaleb,” Paul says, but it’s a kid version of him now, the Paul who saved my ass countless times when we were teenagers. “Just because it’s an excuse doesn’t mean she’s lying.”
I remove my hand from her and turn away with an effort. “We’ve crossed too many already. We both know that.”
“So what’s one more? Is that it?”
“If you’re too nervous to give me that pussy, you need to tell me before I lose control and fuck you hard.”
She moans, staring up at me. “What, even if I’m not ready?”
I stare down at her, letting her see the seriousness in my eyes and feel my heat. “I’ll take you into the bedroom and bend you over, push your face into the pillows, then spank your big ass. I’ll drive into you from behind—”
“Is that what you want?” she moans. “To spank my ass? If you did that, could you…”
“You have to say it,” I growl, walking closer to her.
“Come for me?” she finishes with a gasp.
“Where do you want me to come?” I groan.
She sits up and then turns. Oh, fuck… She bends over the couch and sticks her ass out. It’s almost impossible not to rush over to her, pull my prick out, push her lips apart, and grind her hard. “Anywhere you want.”
“You make me so damn crazy,” I growl, moving behind her, gliding my hands over her ass. “You’re a bad girl, Sophie. You know that, don’t you? Tempting me with your thick legs. Biting your lip, knowing it drives me crazy. You’re a bad, bad horny virgin.”
She gasps, nodding, biting her lip because she knows it drives me crazy. She gasps again when I bring my hand down on her ass in a kissing spank, not enough to hurt but enough to turn her ass a pale shade of red. I spank her again, making her shake for me, then pull my pants down.
Her mouth falls open when my dick springs free.
“You want me to take that?” she moans.
“You’re going to take me,” I tell her, grabbing my base and gliding my dick up and down her seam.
She moans, shifting against me, shaking her head. “Not yet. I can’t. It’s all too much, too fast.”
“You want it,” I snarl, massaging her clit with my bulging tip, then her lips, then her hole. I circle her entrance with my dick, almost driving into her until she reaches back and claws into me.
“Spank me again,” she moans. “I want to feel you coming all over me. Come on my ass. Come on my back.”
“It’s so hot when you say stuff like that,” I groan.
“It’s not silly?”
“No, it’s good. Keep going. Tell me how bad you are. Tell me how sexy you are. Make me fucking explode all over you. If I can’t fuck you, I’m using your thick ass. So juicy…”
Burying my hands in the thickness of her hips, I bring my dick to her ass, slipping it between her large globes. I thrust back and forth like I’m fucking her, my precome and her slickness making me glide between legs easily. She moans, bucking against me just like she will when I fuck her.
My dick is hot, burning, my balls full. The pleasure swells in me. Her ass is bouncing—oh, fuck—bouncing so damn good. Up and down against my abs, just like when I take her hole.
I almost inch my dick down toward her entrance. My tip is on fire. I want to feel the hot kiss of her so bad, but the way her ass bounces, her wide eyes, biting her lip, moaning, begging…
“Please come on me,” she gasps. “I’m so bad. I’m so naughty. I never should’ve had a crush. It was so wrong. Come on me to teach me a lesson.”
“Fuck, fuck,” I groan. “Keep talking like that, baby.”
“It’s wrong. I’m wrong. Spank me. Come on me. Show me how wrong I am. I’m just so horny for you. It’s not about the crush. It’s you. I’m a bad, bad girl, and I want you.”
“Argh,” I growl, slamming between her globes. Come shoots out of my dick and spatters her ass and lower back.
I take a few stumbling steps away when it’s over, my head a haze, clearing with the release. She turns and sits. “Sorry,” she mutters.
“No,” I reply. “You were right. Well done for stopping us. We can’t cross that line.”
“Obvious now, is it?” she says bitterly.
“Don’t do that,” I say, sitting next to her, taking her hand, not feeling even slightly awkward about our nakedness. “I still want you. I haven’t lost interest just because I exploded over that pretty ass—”
“Oh, wait!” She leaps up, looking down on the couch. “I need to clean that.”