Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
My balls tighten up as my orgasm starts to build - I can’t keep this up, I’m going to need some help if I want to make her come before I explode inside her ass. Thinking fast, I reach down and insert two fingers into her tight pussy, so wet now I can feel the juices run down my hand as my fingers stroke her folds.
“Oh, Dylan! Yes!” she screams, as I massage her G-spot faster and faster, while I continue to fuck her ass. Fiona moves in tandem, unable to stop herself, and I know she’ll be exploding soon. I feel her pussy clench up around my fingers as her ass sucks at my cock and she comes suddenly, gushing down my hand and moaning like a wild animal. Oh fuck fuck fuck. It’s so good.
Her orgasm throws me over the edge. I can't hold back anymore. Growling like a wild animal myself, I finally allow myself to let loose. I jolt forward with one final cry and come hard, balls pumping. Oh shit! Deep inside her ass, I deposit a load with contractions so intense that they almost hurt.
“Unnh,” is my groan. “Drain me dry with your ass, baby, yeah just like that.”
Because if I thought that yesterday was the hardest I’d ever cum, I was wrong. It was just topped. Out of breath, I pull out slowly, my dick milky with baby batter, her anus sticking to the shaft like it doesn’t want to let me go. Shit, it looks fucking rancid and my rod twitches again.
But this girl. Reaching two big hands down, I heave a breathless and satisfied Fiona up from the sofa, her face flushed and smiling. As our eyes meet, we start laughing, suddenly a little shy about the filthy sex we just had.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, smoothing the hair out of her eyes. She nods shyly, looking up at me with her big brown eyes, bright and sparkling with vigor.
“I - I had heard of anal sex but I didn’t know it would be so good,” she confesses softly, making me smile. Holy cow, this woman is amazing.
“And it gets even better,” I add with a waggle of my brows. But enough of that for now. “Fiona, I’d like to take you out properly,” I announce. “I don’t want to just have crazy good sex on the downlow,” I say, making her laugh and blush. “As amazing as it’s been, I’d like to get to know you. Even though I feel like I already do.”
“You want to know me?” she asks softly, and the way her eyes mist over slightly, I know what she’s thinking. The kind gesture makes her so happy. Because of that stupid prick Ricky. I can just see him ignoring her, and not showing the slightest interest in her as a person. He probably did just enough to keep her around and not an ounce more. The thought of my imbecile of a brother treating this innocent, gorgeous girl so badly makes my blood boil, and I vow to rock her world. To show her that not all Mastersons are assholes. To treat this goddess the way she deserves.
“Will you go out with me tomorrow night?” I ask, and she smiles.
“Yes, I’d love to,” she answers. “Wonderful. I’ll pick you up at eight,” I say, and kiss her. Feeling her lips on mine in a non-sexual way brings a warm feeling to my stomach, and I'm astonished. That’s never happened to me before. Usually, the goodbyes are mere niceties.
I open my eyes and look down at Fiona, trying to figure this woman out. What is it about this curvy brunette? But I’m grateful to see she’s too caught up in her bliss to notice my sudden astonished feelings.
“Where are we gonna go?” she asks, intrigued and sassy.
“That’s a surprise,” I answer, winking. And I know right then that Fiona’s what’s been missing from my life. I’ve lived four decades as an asshole, and the women I meet don’t add much to my existence. But this beautiful creature has been dropped into my lap, and somehow, I’m intrigued. It’s the mix of her innocent ways, filthy mind, and deliciously curvy body. She’s got me hooked … and I want to figure out why.
8
Fiona
Three months later …
This morning I wake up in my own bed for the first time in months. I lie awake watching the early morning sun creep through my curtains as the thought of Dylan comes floating into my consciousness, and I smile to myself, reminiscing. Ever since that very first date, after we had filthy sex twice in two days, we’ve been almost inseparable. I stayed with him in his penthouse that night and essentially never left. We’d both go to work and then return in the evening, spending whole weekends together in bed and ordering in food.