Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Petunia gasps with shock. “What?”
I grin lazily.
“Hey, practice makes perfect, and we all need a little help at the beginning. Just think of it as the equivalent of training wheels. You’ll have my shaft buried in your tight little cunt, and with that, you’ll float just fine.”
She gasps again.
“This is nothing like training wheels on a bike!”
I merely grunt and pull her closer before burying my mouth against her slim throat.
“Well, just pretend then, baby. For me.” With that, I lift her up and rest my hands under those curvy thighs. She’s trembling with arousal, which makes me smile. “Now, sweetheart, I want you to unwrap your arms from around my neck and lean back slightly. Let go of me. It will only work if you relax.”
Petunia stares at me for a moment, unmoving, but then hesitantly does as told. Her arms unwind a little, releasing their death grip on my shoulders, and she leans back ever so slightly so that there’s actually some space between our bodies. Holy shit, her breasts are huge and glimmering in the low lights, and I have half a mind to start suckling right now. But first, I have to help her float.
“Great job,” I purr. “Now, I’m going to slide one hand under your back to support you, baby. See? That’s not so scary, is it?”
Petunia’s tense at first, but with the support of my large palm beneath her lower back, she relaxes a little and manages to float on her back, albeit with her legs still wrapped around my torso. We don’t move for a moment, just letting her get used to this new position, and after a few moments, the tension eases its way out of her body.
“You okay, baby?” I rumble.
She looks at me from the water and smiles hesitantly.
“I think so,” is her reply. “Just don’t let go.”
I nod.
“Don’t worry, I won’t. Now, the next step is to stay relaxed, sweetheart, while I do this.”
Fuck, she’s gorgeous and it takes everything not to ram my dick deep in her hole the way I want to. After all, Petunia’s spread out like a feast right now with those big tits on display and her thighs spread wide and open. Her pink slit literally beckons to me, and I want to stuff it full so badly. But I have to stay in control – for me as well as her.
“Easy,” I rasp, sliding one big hand upwards to play with her breasts. They’re lush and creamy and jiggle as she inhales sharply with surprise.
“Don’t let go!” she says in a panicked voice.
“I’m not,” I soothe, tweaking a nipple once more before sliding my hand down to her tummy. “You’re perfectly safe, baby.”
Then, I allow my hand to drift down her torso, all the way until I’m gliding over her pelvis. Petunia lets out a quiet gasp of surprise when I pinch her meaty thigh before squeezing the luscious flesh there.
“You’ve been eating well,” I rasp, blue eyes gleaming. “I like that.”
But before she can answer, my hand slowly travels further and further up her thigh until my fingertips just barely graze over the lips of her cunt. Oh fuck, they’re drenched and swollen and Petunia sucks in a sharp breath, her back arching at the light brush.
“You like that, don’t you?” I growl, watching as her eyes close with ecstasy. She nods a bit, panting now, as her thighs spread even further. But I’m not done yet. I pinch her clit again, making her squeal, and then circle her little hole with my fingers. It’s tight, but slowly, I ease my middle finger into that sopping opening as she lets out a blissful wail.
“Mmmm!” Petunia cries, her hands going up to play with her breasts now. “Oh yes!”
“You like being fingerfucked don’t you?” I ask. “This little kitty likes being violated, doesn’t it?
Petunia’s already lost in the throes of ecstasy, but it’s okay because I don’t need an answer. Instead, I ease a second finger inside before scissoring the two digits, stretching out that tiny channel.
“Yes, you’re small, but you’ll handle me just fine,” I rasp, my body aching for this girl now. “I just need you loosened up a bit, and then I’m going in.”
Petunia’s already surfing a wave of bliss, but she manages to stammer out a statement.
“But Mr. Matthews,” she says. “I’m not on protection right now.”
I stare at her.
“What?”
She nods bashfully.
“I’m taking a break from the birth control that Sanctum puts us on. I was getting headaches and nausea, so the club doctor had me go off the hormonal stuff for a while. We have to use condoms so I don’t get pregnant,” she murmurs.
My blue eyes flare.
“Goddamn, but I don’t have condoms right now. We’re in a fucking pool, and there’s no way I’m going up to my suite to get them.”