Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 472(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
His skilled finger dips lower, and he starts circling my entrance. I briefly wonder if I should tell him I’m a virgin, but I’m pretty sure he already knows. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Plus, I don’t think it would change anything, so I simply keep my lips sealed and hope he won’t be too rough.
He enters me slowly, and I still once more, unable to move another inch. My breathing is labored like I’ve just run a marathon, even though all I did was shimmy my ass a little.
“Relax,” he growls, pulling me closer to his chest at the same time as he pushes his finger deeper.
“I’m trying,” I say, but it comes out more like a whining sound.
He pulls his finger out slightly just to push it back in a little deeper, drawing a whimper from my lips. Then he suddenly stops.
“Are you a virgin?” he asks like he is shocked by the possibility.
“Yes,” I huff out.
For a long moment, he is quiet. His finger remains buried in my pussy, but he doesn’t move. I don’t know why, but I feel like I have to explain myself.
“Is it really that much of a surprise to you? I’m only eighteen… and my life has been a little crazy for the past year.” I whisper the last part, not wanting to remind him of my father’s betrayal while his finger is buried inside me.
“So you’re gonna let me fuck this virgin cunt?” he asks, starting to move again.
“Y-Yes,” I stutter as he continues thrusting his finger into me.
He briefly takes it out, just to reenter using two fingers. I try to remain relaxed, but two fingers are stretching my tight opening now, and it takes a moment to get over the discomfort. To adjust to the intrusion, Quinton starts rubbing his palm over my clit while fingering me.
At the new sensation, I throw my head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. He continues to use his palm and fingers to stimulate me, driving me further to the edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, I’m not cold anymore. I’m hot, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I’m ready to burst at the seams.
I’m almost there, so close to release, I can taste it. He pushes me all the way to the cliff, but right before I’m going to tip over, he stops and pulls his hand away. A disappointed whimper escapes my mouth, and I regret it immediately.
His chest rumbles with a laugh as he pushes me off his lap. “Go get the pillow.”
On unsteady feet, I pad across the room and grab the pillow from my sleeping spot. When I turn back around, I find Quinton pulling down his shorts, his very hard cock springs free, and I automatically clutch onto the pillow, holding it in front of me like a barrier.
“Put the pillow here,” he points at the ground between his feet, “and get on your knees.”
This is the lesser of two evils… I keep reminding myself, but my body protests as I drop the pillow and get on my knees. Memories from the other night rush back, and all the warmth I felt earlier vanishes, leaving behind an icy coldness.
“I’m not gonna make you use your mouth since I went to the gym right before I came here, but I want you to jerk me off.” Quinton grabs my upper arms surprisingly gently and positions me just the way he wants to. He closes his legs enough to where they are pressed against my sides, lending my chilled skin some much-needed warmth.
“Oh,” I say, kind of surprised. I wonder how much time has passed since we started, which makes me realize I don’t even know what time we started. “What time is it? I mean… I didn’t check…” I stumble over my words, more nervous than before now that he can see my face.
“Don’t worry about the time. I won’t keep you longer than an hour.”
“Is this all you want me to do?” I glance around the room, trying to look anywhere but him.
“I don’t know yet. Depends how well you do.”
“I’ve never done this before.” I half expect him to laugh again, or at least make a snarky remark, but he simply grabs my wrist and holds it up.
“Start with spitting in your hand.”
“What?” I sneak a peek at his face to make sure he isn’t making fun of me. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, spit on your palm.” Gathering saliva in my mouth, I hold open my hand and spit in it while he watches me with hungry eyes. “Now wrap your hand around my dick and stroke it up and down.”
Even though I feel weird doing it, I follow his directions and use my wet hand to grab his length. The spit starts to make sense when I realize how easily my hand slides up and down, and now I feel stupid for not knowing this before.