Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“I want you to fuck me hard, daddy,” I tell Drake, pulling back from his kiss and looking into his eyes. His only reply is a grin, and then he takes both his hands to my shoulders and pushes the straps of my dress down my arms. The front of my dress droops over my chest, baring the outer edge of my bra.
The moment Drake’s eyes wander to the curve of my breasts, it’s as if he goes mad: he tugs on my dress almost too violently, sending it flying down to my ankles. I step out of the bunched up fabric, and then he’s on me: he grabs me by the waist and, forcing me to turn around, pins me against the wall once more.
His fingers trail down from my shoulders to the clasp of my bra, and he unhooks it with a deft movement. This time moving more slowly, he pushes the straps of my bra down my arms and takes it off me, allowing it to fall to the floor. I press my forehead against the wall and sigh as he runs his hands over my stomach, slowing down when his fingertips patiently hike down the curve of my bare breasts.
“Yes, daddy…” I moan as he pinches my right nipple between his thumb and index finger, the pressure of his fingers intensifying until my moan turns into a quivering whisper of pleasure.
“I’m going to take good care of you, Natalie…” he whispers into my ear, his words like spears stabbing into my brain. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand afterward,” he promises me, and I can’t wait for him to make good on that promise.
“Do it,” I exhale, and he pinches my nipple harder, silencing me at once.
“Oh, I’ll do it… Don’t you doubt it,” he continues, placing his other hand on my stomach and sliding it down until the tip of his fingers meet my thong. He flattens the palm of his hand against the drenched fabric, and I let out another moan, this one louder than the ones before. Just by the way he’s touching me, I can tell that this is a man who knows what he’s doing.
Sliding his hand under my thong, he caresses my pussy lips gently, tracing the length of my pussy with them.
“You’re so fucking wet, I love that,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear as they move. Then, without any kind of warning at all, Drake pushes his middle finger inside my aching pussy, sliding it in all the way.
I gasp as I feel his finger sliding inside me, his fingertip going straight to my G-spot. He presses hard on it, and my gasp turns into a surprised scream; most men don’t even know where the clitoris is, let alone the G-spot. But then again, Drake is not most men, that much is for sure.
Pressing on that sweet spot hidden inside of me, he uses his thumb to caress my clit, and then he starts flicking his wrist gently. I ball my hands into fists and, keeping them pressed against the wall, I jut my ass back and against Drake. With his shaft squeezed tight between my ass cheeks, I start moving my body in a flowing motion, grinding against him.
He responds to the movement of my body with an easy reply: he starts working on my pussy faster, the pressure of his fingers growing and making my movements more and more erratic. I feel his shaft pulsing against my ass, and that makes me close my eyes and imagine how it’ll feel once he’s inside of me. If he can get inside of me, that is; I’m not sure if a cock as big as his is going to fit inside my pussy. But I’m more than willing to find out.
“Don’t—don’t stop,” I groan, feeling slight spasms taking over my pussy. My inner walls become tighter in a heartbeat and, noticing it, he starts rubbing on my G-spot and clit more fiercely. His fingers work their magic on me, and it all happens in a fraction of a second; I lose control of my body and, pressing my forehead against the wall so hard I might crack my skull, I moan as loud as I can and come.
Electricity rages through my muscles, making them twitch so hard I’m pretty sure I’m going to be sore in the morning. But it’s all for a good cause.
I thrust back against him as I come, pushing all my weight against his cock. His shaft is like a steel rod between my ass cheeks, and I move my body up and down, stroking him with my ass.
“Ready for the main course?” he whispers, suddenly taking one step back. I take a deep breath and, after steadying myself, I turn on my heels to face him. I offer him a teasing smile and, grabbing his cock with both hands, pull him into me.