Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 344(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
She drew another ball.
“B. 2.” It was so hard to speak, with Kyr caressing the bare cheeks of her bottom and then teasing her by sliding a finger over the slit.
“N. 44.” Oh my God, he was clasping her hips now, and she swallowed, her mind unable to stop thinking about what he was going to do next.
“G. 59.” She heard him unzip himself, and Pollyanna gasped. Was he really——
Then she felt it, his bare cock nudging against her body, and because she had been achingly wet the moment she had felt his engorged erection, it slipped inside her.
She gasped over the microphone.
Was that another I, a mother demanded.
She hurriedly pressed the iPad screen. “B3.” Oh my God, he was thrusting hard now, pounding into her, and no matter how she tried not to react, it was impossible, and her body began to rock noticeably against the podium.
People started to talk.
She drew another ball. “G60.” For a moment, she couldn’t help but squeeze her eyes shut at the shameful pleasure of it. Drawing another ball, she panted out, “O61.” Oh my God, oh my God, everyone was staring at them now, and she could see realization beginning to dawn on them.
She covered the microphone, twisting around to look at her husband and pleading, “Please, Kyr.”
But he only gave her a beautiful smile before pulling out then slamming back into her.
She gasped, her hand fell from the microphone, and she gasped again as, while still fucking her, he had also wound an arm around her body to stimulate her clit.
Her eyes rolled back.
Knowing she wouldn’t be able to talk now, Kyr calmly took over, using his free hand to touch the screen. “B11. I18. B3. N40.” He rattled off one number after another, giving the parents no time to gossip as they hurriedly checked their bingo cards. Even so, his cock didn’t stop moving, Kyr able to keep thrusting into his wife’s little body.
Pausing in between draws, he whispered to her, “Want me to make you come now?”
She nodded jerkily.
“Then make my dream come true and be my dirty-mouthed wife.”
She whimpered.
He twisted the microphone back to her.
Pollyanna drew another ball as her husband began to fuck her harder. Oh. God. So. Hard. To. Think.
“G. 57.”
Oh, God, what he was doing to her clit—-
“Beeeeeeee foooooooour.”
“Eeeeeeeeeen thiiiiiiiirtyyyyyyyseeeeeveeeeeeeen.”
The proud part of her wanted to stick to her guns and not do what he wanted, but the other part of her just wanted to let go.
“Geeeeeeeee fiiiiiiiiiftyyyyyy.”
And then she felt it, her thighs tensing as the pleasure inside her began to spiral out of control. Behind her, she heard Kyr breathe harshly, and she knew he was near, too. His thrusts were saying the same thing, his movements wild and rough, and oh God, her body started to shake—-
Anytime now—-
She drew a ball, praying that it would be an O, so that if she climaxed, maybe no one would know—-
And then she felt it, and her eyes widened.
Kyr was pulling out.
“NOOOOOOOOO!”
The crowd protested.
Was that an O?
Was that an N?
I don’t think I care right now, I’m just so turned on.
And behind her, Kyr gritted out, “Then give me what I want, my love.”
His cock started to circle back.
Her control broke.
“It’s a fucking O for orgasm, O 69!”
Kyr’s cock slammed back into her.
Someone from the crowd cried out, “Bingo!”
Thank God.
She came, screaming, “Biiiiiiiiiiiingooooooooooooooooo!”
Her husband laughed behind her. “Ah, my love, this will be a story that I’ll make sure our children won’t ever hear about.”
She couldn’t reply, her body still shuddering as she came and came and came.
THE END