Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23933 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
2
Todd
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The Sanctum Summer Bacchanal is the greatest week of the year, but unfortunately, I was so swamped with meetings for my business that I wasn’t able to make it until this evening. Goddamn company. Don’t get me wrong because I enjoy being the CEO of a beauty products conglomerate, but still. Nail polish just doesn’t compare when you’ve got a bevy of lush women waiting for you, curvy and nude.
But right now, I’m focused on only one woman. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and I just witnessed her do the dirtiest act I’ve seen in a long time. This little girl didn’t just coat herself in the good stuff from the cauldron. No, she pushed it into her sweetest spots, moaning musically as her lashes drifted shut in bliss.
In fact, at the moment the ejaculate from multiple men still shimmers on her breasts, stomach, and legs, but it’s the globs falling from her pussy, fresh from an orgasm, that capture my attention. My cock twitches, and as I approach, I release my mask, holding it one hand to pierce her with my gaze.
“Oh,” the woman stammers, her breasts heaving as she looks up at me with fear.
I can’t even speak at first. The blonde is so gorgeous that a low rumbling is all that comes from my chest and her eyes go even wider, as if she’s afraid I’m about to devour her. She wouldn’t be far from the truth.
“There’s no need to panic,” I finally manage in a low rasp. “You’re safe.”
The pretty girl’s still lying on the grass, nude and flushed, breathing hard from her climax, but also trembling a bit from my close proximity.
“Mmm,” is all that comes from her.
“Calm down,” I growl. “You’re okay.”
She takes a deep breath and exhales then.
“Okay,” she murmurs in a breathless voice. “It’s nice to meet you, whoever you are.”
I nod because there’s no need to exchange names. Not here, at the Summer Bacchanal. In fact, there’s no need to make small talk, period, because we’re all here for the same thing, which is uninhibited pleasure.
As a result, the pretty woman looks me up and down, and then her eyes alight on something, filling with humor.
“You’re dripping,” she giggles, catching a glimpse of the long string of fluid seeping from my member. I’m totally naked, as are most of the people on the field, and my chin nods curtly.
“So are you,” I point out, indicating her swollen folds.
The woman laughs, warming up to me. In fact, there’s a flash of naughtiness in her eyes that makes my body go hard.
“Perhaps we should do something about that? Would you like to?” she purrs.
Perfect. She’s not scared anymore, and I nod.
“Absolutely sweetheart. The show you just put on was insane, and actually, I’d like a repeat.”
She blinks.
“Really?”
I nod.
“Yes, but something a bit more personal this time.”
The woman immediately scrambles to her knees, kneeling in front of me with her plush lips parted in a hungry “O.”
“I’m happy to, Mr. Beast,” she murmurs. “Put it in.”
Her eagerness is enticing, and that’s one of the things I love most about the women at Sanctum: they’re totally open and not at all embarrassed about their sexuality. It’s such a change from the real world where women feel pressure to pretend to be innocent and ladylike, when actually, they want it just as bad as men. But this isn’t the right time to ponder societal expectations, and a low chuckle rumbles from my throat as I shake my head.
“No, not so fast, honey. Actually, I love what you did just now, and I’d like a variation of that. Except this time, I want you to use just my come to coat yourself. Do you think you can do that for me? I have plenty to spare,” I growl, reaching low to fondle my balls a bit.
Her eyes go wide, but she nods, already cupping her breasts.
“Of course, I’d be happy to. Just let me know what to do.” But then, a lightbulb goes off in her head and she scrambles around to reach for something before turning back with a small copper pot in her hands. “This will work perfectly, don’t you think? Or do you think you need something even bigger to catch the fluid?”
I shake my head, growing harder by the minute.
“No, that’s fine,” I manage in a smooth tone. “Now put it down, baby, and then come over and help me fill it up.”
I know the instructions sound somewhat paradoxical, but this sweet girl knows exactly what to do. She sets the pot down nearby, and then gets up and closes the distance between us. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. The girl’s on the curvy side with big Double Ds that tremble invitingly in the moonlight. She’s got a narrow waist that flares into wide hips and meaty, chunky thighs that I can’t wait to stroke.