Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Without giving it another thought, I pulled her off my cock and threw her to her back, tearing the light dress she wore off her shoulders as I came down over her. Her pussy’s scent hit me square in the gut, and I hungered for a taste. She screeched like a wild thing when I flung her legs wide, buried my face between her thighs, and shoved my tongue into her wet heat.
If pussy is an art form, I’m a maestro, but this, this was Grade-A, prime pussy. Her taste was exotic, spicy, sweet, and I lapped at her greedily, trying to get as much of her essence into me. My cock cried out for attention, and I remembered my earlier need. As much as I wanted to eat her out to my heart’s content, I wanted, even more, to be buried balls deep in her.
I wiped my lips with my tongue and climbed up between her wantonly spread thighs, using my cock like a guiding rod as it sought her out. I was looking deep into her eyes when my cock found her tight opening, and I breached her again. Her pussy stretched and yawned, taking my rod in to the root. Like coming home.
NICK
I rocked into her, letting my cock glide along her inner walls on every side, feeling all that she had to offer. Dream sex, I find, is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, even if it is with the enemy. Everything seemed more heightened, and the feelings that beat around inside me were indescribable.
She felt like warm silk wrapped around my cock while her pussy worked like a suction, or a greedy mouth, dragging my seed into the chute, and I was ready to shoot off inside her not even ten minutes later. I gritted my teeth hard and tried to think of anything but the way she felt, the way she fit so snugly tight around my meat, but it wasn’t working. Not yet; I’m not ready to lose this feeling just yet, but fuck…
I slam fucked her until the chaise threatened to break. No matter how deep I got inside her, it wasn’t enough. My cock grew harder inside her, almost to the point of pain, a sweet pain that only the warmth of her sweet pussy could heal. She moved with me fuck for fuck, her slender hips lifting off the chaise to meet me, her eyes staring into mine with heat and lust that only made mine burn brighter.
I brought her off twice, then once more, before pulling out to give her my mouth again. She rode my tongue to orgasm while my cock cried out for release. In my mind, I saw myself spilling inside her, giving her my seed, burying it deep, and before I knew it, I was dragging her off the chaise and putting her on her hands and knees in front of me.
I shoved my head back between her thighs from behind, giving her my tongue, going after that sweet honey again. I wonder why she tastes so fucking good. Why it seems like I’d never get enough of her taste? No sooner did I have the thought than I was rearing up behind her, slamming my cock home again, riding her hard and deep.
Yes, this is it! This is what I saw in my mind. Dream me kept pace with the vision in my head. Visions of me riding her from behind, mounting her like a stallion with his mare, and like that beast, I too showed no mercy. I bit into her neck as my cock found the entrance to her womb, and her loud screams of ecstasy rang through the air as she bathed my cock in her sweet pussy juices once again.
This time I couldn’t hold back, her screams, plus the tight snap of her cervix tightening around my cock was too much, and I went off inside her, flooding her insides until I emptied my balls; nothing left. She rocked back and forth on my cock, using my meat to get herself off again, while the last of my seed dripped into her.
What the hell am I doing out here? I smell pussy. I sniffed the air around me and realized the scent was all over me. “What the hell?” Waking up in the shower could be explained away easily enough when you take into account all that has been going on with the funeral and me trying to reorganize my life to accommodate the old man’s wishes. It’s been known to happen to others, so no biggie. But how the hell do I explain the taste of pussy on my tongue?
My cock was still covered in cunt slime and cock juice, and my mind went to her. She’s the only female my age in this entire town except for one other whom I’ve never met. Besides, that one’s married, and I never dip my wick in another man’s candle, so what gives?