Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 107(@300wpm)
I growl as I let one hand slide back between her legs, and when I stroke my fingers through her sticky, slippery cunt, she moans as she kisses me harder.
I was telling the truth before, about going home and smelling her candy pussy on her panties. That scent has lingered in my senses, hounding me, chasing me like an addiction I can’t get a fix for. But now, she’s right here, and I can taste to my heart’s content. I slide my hand from between her legs, and I pull away from her lips to wrap mine around a slick finger and suck it clean right in front of her.
Anastasia moans, biting her lip and whimpering as she watches me lick her cum from my finger. Jesus Christ, she’s so fucking sweet, like goddamn candy. I grunt as I lick my finger totally clean. Fuck, I want the taste of her on my tongue always. For breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Dessert.
I want the taste of her sticky little virgin pussy as a fucking coffee creamer.
My hand slides back down, teasing her pussy again as she whimpers in pleasure, before I bring it back up. And this time, it’s her lips I bring it to. Anastasia trembles, panting heavily, her face bright red and her blue eyes wide. And slowly, licking her lips, she parts and then slides them down over my finger.
Fuck, I’m going straight to hell.
Legal or not, teasing me or not, this is fucked. This is wrong. Eighteen or not, she’s a student. A fucking high school student. My fucking high school student. My mind flickers to public shaming and ruin. To charges. To prison bars. To wondering if Mr. Penworth owns a shotgun. But then my eyes focus on her, and her alone, and the rest of it melts away.
Nothing else matters but her, and nothing in this world would ever keep me from her.
“Do you want more, baby girl?” I growl lowly, my cock straining so tightly at the front of my slacks as my balls swell and tingle for release. And slowly, Anastasia nods.
“Yes,” she whispers heatedly, gasping as I start to undo more and more of the buttons on her blouse. It falls apart, and my eyes drop to the front clasp of her flimsy, white, lacy bra.
“Yes?”
She blushes, a whimper escaping her lips as my finger teases down between the valley of her pert, soft, full breasts to linger at the clasp.
“Yes, sir.”
I groan as she says it, my cock throbbing as I pop the clasp to her bra, freeing her perky tits. Soft, creamy, capped with puffy pink nipples that make my fucking mouth water.
“You want me to teach you what happens to bad girls at detention?”
Anastasia whimpers again, nodding. I lean in, letting my lips brush her earlobe.
“On your knees, baby girl,” I purr.
She moans, and her mouth sears to mine as she kisses me hungrily, melting against me. She pulls away, kissing down my chin as she slowly drops down to her knees in front of me. Her hands tremble as they reach for my belt, and she struggles with it a little before I grin and reach down to help. I pull my belt free, then the button of my pants before she pushes my hands away, like she wants to prove something, and reaches for my zipper. She tugs it down, panting, her eyes wide as she peels my slacks away. Her eyes land on the big bulge in my black boxer briefs, and she gasps quietly.
I watch, groaning, my cock pulsing as her small hands slide up my thighs, up to the waist of my briefs. She tugs them down, her little pink tongue wetting her lips and her chest rising and falling as she peels them down, exposing more and more of my thick, throbbing shaft. She coos softly, her eyes so fucking wide and her jaw dropping, until suddenly, my thick cock springs free of my briefs.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, her jaw dropping as she stares at my cock.
“You’ve never seen another one?”
She swallows, shaking her head. “No.”
I groan. I didn’t think she had, even with that whole bad girl act of leaving her panties in my drawer. She might be stone cold gorgeous, and sexy as sin, and blonde, and beautiful, with the varsity cheer team body and the pouty “fuck-me” lips. But there’s an innocence there I can smell a mile away. “Virgin” was basically flashing on a neon sign over her head, but I’d considered the idea that she’d at least explored with some little shit-stain of a boy at some point.
…Apparently, I was wrong.
Part of that look in her eyes is because mine is the first cock she’s laid eyes on. But the other part is that I am not a small man, there. My thick, long, fat cock throbs and pulses heavily in the air between us, and she moans softly as she lets her eyes drink it in. Her hand reaches up, tentatively pausing before she swallows, takes a breath, and bring her hand the rest of the way.