Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
He tore at her clothes as she fiddled with his before pushing him back on the bed when they were both naked. Before he could settle back in his position on the bed, Misty was between his thighs with his cock in hand, leading it to her mouth. “Oh, fuck, yes!” Ryan’s growl became a long drawn out moan as Misty licked around the sensitive head of his swollen cock.
He dripped precum on her hungry tongue, and she lapped it up as fast as it flowed, humming her pleasure with each lick of her tongue, the sound vibrating through his cock and down to his balls. Nothing has ever felt this good. Ryan thought as he grabbed her hair roughly in his hand.
Misty took her time and made love to his cock with her teeth and tongue before taking him into her mouth. Something else he loves about her; she was one of only a handful of women who could take him into her throat. His thirteen inches were a lot for most women to handle, but she’d told him since their first night together when she’d fucked his cock raw that she was going to practice until she became an expert at taking his cock. Both in her too-tight pussy and down her neck. Ryan has been reaping the benefits of that ever since.
Misty milked his balls as she took his cock into her throat over and over again, controlling her breath just right so that she didn’t choke. With his hand fisted in her hair, Ryan pulled her on and off his cock until her warm hand on his nuts became too much. But as much as he wanted to drive his cock into her, he believed in reciprocation in the bedroom. It’s one of the things Misty appreciates most about him.
Ryan dragged her up his chest by her hair and sat her on his face with her cunt right over his mouth. He stuck his tongue up inside her with her ass held firmly in his hands while she held onto the headboard for balance. “Yes, oh, Ryan, that’s so good.” Misty loved getting her pussy eaten, she’d forgotten how good that was, and the truth is that no one has ever done it better. The man is a maestro with his tongue.
Once her pussy was juiced up enough to where Ryan was sure she’d be able to take him inside her without too much trouble, he pushed her back down his middle, this time sitting her on his cock. He watched between her spread thighs as her cunt swallowed him whole until her ass was on his thighs, and his cock was knocking around somewhere beyond her navel. Her capacity to take his rod never ceases to amaze him.
She did a little wiggle to adjust to being stretched because no matter how often they fuck, and until his little two-week hiatus, it had been a nightly thing, she still has trouble taking him without pain. That wasn’t about to stop her, though. She knew how lucky she was to have found someone like him. Someone who not only had a nice size dick but knew how to use it.
“Ride that cock, you bad girl.” Misty giggled and planted her palms on his chest and started gyrating her ass around and around, stirring her insides with his cockmeat before bouncing on it the way she knew he liked. Ryan’s toes curled, and it wasn’t long before he forgot all about their talk.
Misty listened to the words he spewed and the way he dug his fingers into her ass as he fucked her harder and faster, but it’s when he flung her to her back, pulled her knees over his shoulders, and fucked her into the mattress that she knew the crisis was over. Knowing that she’d survived one more day with her marriage intact made her pussy hotter, and she egged him on to fuck her harder, deeper as she fucked her pussy back up at him wildly.
CHAPTER 3
Connie had heard her parents stampeding up the stairs to their room and grinned. Their closeness makes her feel warm inside, and she settled down to do her homework, knowing that all was right with her world. Most of her classmates were products of divorce, and she knew that as miserable as she’d been not having a dad, that to have had one and lost him would be ten times worst.
She could already imagine the sneers and putdowns from her peers. The little ditties they’d make up about her mom and why no one wanted to be with her. She’d already lived through years of hearing how her own dad didn’t want her as a kid, now as a teen with social media, another portal for the bullying crowd, she knew her life wouldn’t be worth living if that should happen now.