Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
There’s no way I’m holding back now.
I reach up and lift her T-shirt, taking the bra with it, exposing her perky teenage tits. A small C-cup I would say if I had to guess, but I don’t have to guess. I know. From one of the many times I broke into her room and went through her bra and panties drawer. Her nipples are hard, and if I wasn’t buried between her legs right now, I would pin her down on her back and suck them and suffocate myself in her cleavage.
“So perky. So cute,” I growl softly. “Fitch will love these…”
My madness is starting to take over. Fitch will never get to see her bountiful breasts. They are meant for me. Only me.
I get to my feet, snatch her around the waist, and set her down beneath me on the couch. I bend her backwards, folding her so she’s almost upside down with her knees hanging toward her face and both of her pretty holes aimed straight up at me.
More…more…
I want more…
“Conrad…”
“Don’t be embarrassed, Belle.” I feel my control slipping as the seconds tick by. “Fitch will love every inch of your body.”
Her tits are two perfect, plump mounds from this angle, and my body is coursing with primal hunger as I drink in her splendor. Using my thumb and index finger, I pull her pussy lips up toward her stomach, causing her swollen pink pearl to emerge from its hood. She’s open wide for me, submitting and waiting for my next move, her breasts rising and falling with each of her deep breaths.
“Should I teach you more?”
Belle gazes up at me, her lids low and her eyes soft, drunk with lust. She nods tenderly, and that’s all I need to move in. I lean down and take her sweet little bud between my lips.
Her body twists, and her hips buck back against my jaw, but I hold her firmly and tightly as I suck her delicate bundle of nerves, simultaneously applying pressure with my tongue. Her hands slap against the cushions as she searches for something to grab on to, eventually settling on a throw pillow, which she clutches tightly as I torture her with an onslaught of pleasure.
I’m dying to fuck her. To tear through her cherry and stretch her to my fit. It’s all I can do to hang on to the one ounce of restraint I have left while I focus on pleasuring her. A wonder this innocent must be warmed up, right?
“Conrad,” she whimpers, her hips jerking to the rhythm of my gentle tugs from my lips. “I…I think I can feel it…you know…what’s supposed to happen now…”
My eyes gleam back at her as I swell with pride. That’s right, angel. Come for Daddy. That’s what I want to say, but my tongue is on a mission right now, and any interruption could completely throw off the oncoming orgasm I’m about to give her. I’m fighting against all odds to maintain control. To keep myself from pulling out my cock and thrusting it into her. Filling her with my cream that’s causing my balls to painfully swell. I’m a hair’s breadth from abandoning any morality I have left and forcing her to become mine by geysering my load into her unclaimed cunt and impregnating her right here and now.
But some ounce of morality reminds me that I can’t do that, and I apply more pressure to her bud, lapping like a hungry dog at her slick sweetness. She tastes like wickedness and vice. Abandonment of duty and morality. Her flavor is like a golden hook imbedded in my chest, pulling me in, deeper, deeper, and deeper. Her rouge face tightens, and her plump lips part in a silent scream.
It’s happening.
Her hips tilt down, and her entire body shakes as her first true orgasm sweeps her into a realm of quivering bliss.
“Yes!” she cries out, reaching up and snatching fistfuls of my hair, holding me tightly between her legs like she thinks I might go somewhere. I’m not leaving, angel. There’s nowhere in the world I’d rather be. I ravage her sopping hole, her juices spilling out around my lips and dripping down my chin and back onto her cute little asshole. “Oh, wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow!”
Her breathy moans drive my lustful pride to a new level, inflating me with fiery arrogance like nothing I’ve felt before. I am superhuman. A false, depraved teacher. A giver of pleasure, but only for her. My Belle.
She gasps one final gasp then releases her grip on my hair and slumps back onto the couch, panting heavily, her entire body radiating heat like a bonfire. Her cunt is glistening with my spit and her slick, and her inner thighs are gleaming from the spillover.
That’s it. I can’t take it any longer.