Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37778 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
I just need to claim her.
Pulling from our kiss, I suck on two fingers and then slide them between us to seek her clit. As soon as my wet fingers meet the hot, buzzing flesh, she whimpers and her pussy clenches around me. I work her clit in firm circles, making sure she finds her orgasm before I find mine. I’m in fucking awe as her body comes alive, twisting and trembling, as she moans so loudly the neighbors can probably hear.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come on my cock.”
Her fingernails rake down my shoulders as she shudders wildly. She’s so close to coming. Almost there.
“Do I need to pull out?” I ask in a raspy tone.
I have no fucking clue if she’s on any kind of birth control.
“Don’t pull out,” she begs. “I’m almost there.”
Our kisses grow more frantic, and my thrusting is uneven. Her pussy soaks my cock with her thick arousal. I’m turned on by how much she’s turned on.
“Cole,” she cries out, back arching. “Oh God!”
Her pussy clamps down around my dick and I fucking lose it. My nuts tighten and then I’m pulsing out ropes of cum inside her young, no-longer virginal body. Knowing I’m marking her by filling her with my semen speaks to the animal, baser side of me. I slow my thrusting, making sure every drop goes inside of her.
“That was…” I hiss as I pull out of her body.
“Don’t say a mistake.”
I collapse beside her, panting heavily. My drenched cock rests against her hip. “I was going to say fucking amazing, sweetheart.”
She curls into me, running a palm up my chest. “Thank you. I thought it was perfect. Just how I imagined my first time would be.”
Guilt burns in my gut that I took this from her, but the pleasure of claiming this sweet girl wins over. I stroke my fingertips over her breasts under her shirt, toying with her nipples that continually taunt me.
“I’ve never been so consumed like that,” I murmur. “You wrecked me, Savvy. I’m fucking dead now.”
She giggles and my cock twitches, making me wonder if it could be up for a second round. “I’m dead too. And messy. It just keeps running out, especially when I laugh.”
I smirk and find her lips with mine. “I like the thought of my cum spilling out of you.”
Our mouths meet for a sweet kiss, but within seconds, it gets filthy again. I’m getting older, so my cock isn’t as eager as it used to be, but fucking this young woman has it feeling youthful. I’m hard and aching for more.
Slam!
Downstairs, I hear keys clattering and then Travis cursing when he crashes into something. He’s drunk and pin balling through our living room.
Finding Savvy in my bed will sober him up.
Fuck.
As if in tune with my thoughts, Savvy slips out of the bed and races back to her room. She closes the door behind her. I find her shorts nearby and use them to wipe up the cum on the sheet beside me, as well as all over my cock. Travis, no doubt on the way to the bathroom, thunders up the stairs with no regard that we might be sleeping.
I wait to hear the bathroom door close, but he staggers past it, straight to my room. My body tenses as I wait to see what he’s up to.
“Can’t sleep on that damn couch another day,” he groans. “Fucks up my back. Sorry, man, but I’m crashing here tonight.”
I’m frozen as I hear him stripping out of his clothes. Then he collapses onto the bed beside me with a groan.
Can he smell the sex in the room?
Does he know the devious shit I just did to our sweet girl?
He rolls toward me, and I’m met with the distinct smell of hard liquor. Since I didn’t hear the motorcycle engine, he must’ve caught a ride home.
“Hot date?” I ask, voice tight with guilt.
“Date?” He laughs. “Fuck no. I can’t stop thinking about Savvy, Cole. I thought getting drunk would help. Turns out, it makes it worse.”
I pinch my eyes closed, wondering how in the hell I’m going to get away with what I did with Savvy. He’s going to find out. Her damn cum-smeared shorts are in my hand, for fuck’s sake.
He punches at me in the dark, but since he’s wasted, it glances off my shoulder. A flare of irritation spikes through me.
“I fucked up,” he says sadly. “Don’t hate me.”
“Hate you for what?”
“I got her off this morning. It was hot. I wanted so badly to fuck that sweet girl. I’m a monster.” He makes a choked sound. “Forgive me, Cole. Please forgive me.”
In the dark of night, all I see is red.
He got her off.
Then she slept with me.
What the hell is going on in this house?
Travis
I wake to a throbbing in my skull, regretting my life’s choices immensely. But I stumbled my way into Cole’s bed last night, so at least my back’s not fucked too.