Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
His huge hands wander up the insides of my thighs. “No panties,” he says, curving his hands around my bare ass cheeks. “Good.” He pulls my ass apart, squeezes me closer to him.
I kiss him again, even longer than before. We lose ourselves in the kiss. We rock gently against each other, slowly building friction. His fingers occasionally travel between my lips. He teases at my slit, feeling the spread of my wetness as his touch drives my arousal higher and higher.
“I keep thinking about this,” he says, his fingertip dipping into my asshole. He’s wet with my pussy’s juices so it slides easily.
He’s in my ass.
It’s such an unexpected sensation—but not a bad one.
“We can do that,” I say, heart speeding. I’ve been thinking about it, too. With my butt always up in the air, I’ve become real familiar with the feeling of a cool breeze on my puckered asshole. “We have to be careful. We need a lot of lube. You have to go slowly. But—we can do that.”
“Do you want it?” He circles that delicate flesh with the pad of his finger.
“Yes.” I can’t speak above a whisper.
Rutger gets a dark, mischievous smile. “Then you’re going to have to beg for it.” He gets the cooking oil, then pulls me onto him again.
I start to fumble open his jeans.
He stops me.
“Beg, little girl.”
“P-please,” I say, swiveling my hips on top of him. Hoping I can drive him crazy enough to lose control. “Please give me your cock, Daddy. I want your cock in my hands. I want your cock in my ass.”
“You’re a good girl,” he says. “You can get it out.” I open his zipper and pop the button. His girth practically leaps into my hands. I stroke it, dragging the skin from base to head. “Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
He pours the oil into his hand and replaces mine so he can get it real wet. Then his oily fingers find my ass again, pressing in deeper.
Deeper.
“That feels amazing,” I say. “You feel amazing.”
“And what do you want me to do, little girl?” he asks, curving his finger into me, up until the knuckle. It doesn’t hurt at all like this. The faint stretch is sweet, and I buck against his slippery cock.
“I want your cock inside me,” I say. I’m humping his shaft against my slit while his fingers stretch my asshole, pathetic and needy. “Will you give it to me, please? Please?”
He flips us with a snarl, throwing my back to the couch. He rips his shirt off, then throws up my dress so it bares my breasts and tangles around my shoulders. “I’m going to stuff you so full. Gonna make you come until you’re crying.”
Another finger slides into my ass, and I bear down just a little. It helps him slide all the way.
Rutger growls with pleasure, but he puts in a third finger before he’s willing to notch his cock against my ass. He drips oil down my pussy. It’s cold sliding down my hole, and he pushes it into me a few times with his thumb before his cock-head follows.
It’s a tight fit. It’s not easy. I have to wriggle and twist, and a few times I flinch away, unable to make myself relax into it.
When it does go inside, it hurts. Like, fuck does it hurt. But it also feels so good, so deliciously naughty, and it stimulates some nerve endings inside that send shocks of pleasure that almost block out the weirdness and the pain.
He’s in me.
“Yesss, Daddy,” I hiss, raking my nails down his bare chest, leaving bright-red marks.
He pumps slowly into my ass. I’ve never felt anything like it. The pressure from inside is somehow even more intense than when he’s in my pussy.
And then Rutger slides a finger in my vagina.
“Oh my God!” My hands shoot over my head to clutch at the arm of the sofa. It feels like I’m going to fly out of my body over this much sensation.
Rutger’s eyes cloud as his finger moves. “I can—I can feel myself,” he says. He’s pistoning in and out of both holes. He adds another finger, and another.
I’m babbling. I mean to ask him for satisfaction, but I can’t get a sensible sentence out. It’s more like, “Clit—my clit—clitty clitty clit—Rutger please—Daddy—Daddy!”
“Beg!” he demands.
So I keep babbling. “Fuck me, Daddy, and rub my clit, I need you to rub me, I need to come on your dick, please give me more dick, my clit, Daddyyy!” Tears are running down my face, my tits swaying on every thrust, sweat drenching my chest.
He presses the heel of his palm against my clit. I buck my hips, and everything moves—his fingers inside me, his cock up my ass, my clit against his scarred palm.
Fire floods me. My vision doubles.