Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Besides, it was too late for second thoughts because a knock rang out suddenly.
“Ms. Holmes,” came the deep voice. “Delivery.”
Taking a deep breath, steadying my nerves, I made my way to the door, pressing my eye against the peephole. Oh god, he was here and my heart began racing immediately. Tall, broad, imposing, Tucker had his cap pulled low but that did nothing to disguise his strong jaw and mobile mouth. And oh god, where that mouth had been yesterday made me shiver and tremble all over again, my cunt moistening immediately, gushing with sweet juices. Suddenly my doubts were forgotten, my body on high just from a glimpse of the man through the fisheye peephole.
So I unlocked the door, peering out from behind the wooden frame and shot him a sweet smile.
“Hi big guy,” I said shyly. “Thanks so much. Do you have my package?”
His eyebrows raised at my contorted position, only my head and neck visible, craning like a goose.
“Sure,” he growled, gesturing to the box on the floor. But he held an electronic tracker as well. “But you’ll have to sign for it.”
This was like a re-play of yesterday. Except this time I was prepared. Glancing quickly around the landing to make sure no one was there, no sounds of approaching footsteps or distant voices, I made my move.
Sashaying out from behind the door, I posed provocatively before opening the coat, my boobies bare, my cunt wet, clad only in my high heels.
“Hey big boy,” I purred. “Just wait a minute while I get a pen. You wanna help me look for one?”
And the big man was stock still for a moment, his eyes ravenous, eating me up. Of course there was no need for a pen at all, nothing so mundane. Technology was advanced that all I had to do was take the electronic stylo and sign away, the magnetic field would pick up my scrawl. So it was a lame excuse at best, straight out of a corny porn flick, but it worked. Tucker was looking at me like a starving man come upon a feast in the desert, his eyes trailing my every curve, his dick punching out with assurance. And all my previous insecurities, my “oh gods” and “what ifs” flew out of my head like mist dissipating in the bright sunshine. This was a man who wanted me, who saw nothing but perfection judging from the way his eyes were on fire, the way his big body went rock hard. And in two long strides, Tucker was in my apartment, door slamming shut behind him, package forgotten on the ground as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Fuck, you little slut,” he breathed hotly, the warm air gusting against my cunt. “Fuck, you’re one horny little girl, aren’t you?”
I jiggled in front of him, my boobies almost bouncing off his head, my cream gushing wetly.
“I am for you, big boy,” I cooed. And daringly, I reached a hand down and slipped it between my legs, pulling my labia apart to show him my clit, my wetly creaming hole.
“Taste it, big man?” I breathed, squatting a little so his mouth was exactly level with my cunt, canting my hips forward so that he could gaze up my channel, the hot pink, glistening flesh such a contrast to my pale white labia.
And like magic, it worked. Tucker was on it in a second, hard, hot and hungry because this was no gentle massage with his lips and tongue. He went straight for my clit, seizing the big nub between his lips and shaking his head, pulling it this way and that like a dog in a frenzy.
“Oh fuuuck!” I cried, my eyes dropping closed, my pussy gushing like a fire hose. “Oh!”
Tucker chuckled deep in his chest.
“You’re such a fucking slut, your clit’s as big as my thumb, look at this thing,” he growled, popping it out if his mouth and flicking it with his fingers. It was true, my clit was so aroused and stiff that it waved in the air, the warm gusts of his breath only making it stand up even more, become more engorged.
“I know big boy,” I panted. “I’m a cunt slut … just for you.”
And Tucker was on me again. He rubbed the bottom side of my clit with the pad of his thumb, massaging that sensitive nub before trailing his fingers around the stiffness, the circular motion driving me mad.
“Ahhh!” I shrieked. “Ahhh ahhh!”
The big man just chuckled slyly.
“Scream all you want, little girl, I love hearing it,” he ground out before lowering his mouth to my pussy. And without hesitating, he licked me from bottom to top, the flat of his tongue covering as much acreage as possible, flicking my clit with a flourish at the end.