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)
And I was astounded.
“Really?” I asked, mouth dropping open. I’d never imagined that people lived like this, going to such extreme lengths, this was way beyond my realm of experience. I mean, there were rumors that A-list actresses sometimes washed their hair in Evian, but I’d never imagined that there were people so rich that they washed their dirty clothes in bottled water, that was going beyond the pale.
And half in jest, I asked, “So do these special folks order their garbage bags from Italy then? Like special, scented garbage bags that smell of olives and wine?”
The big man nodded again.
“Honey, these folks are nuts,” he confirmed. “Seriously batshit crazy in some cases, with their priorities all wrong. If I weren’t their delivery man, I wouldn’t believe it myself, but trust me, I’ve seen it all.”
I laughed softly then, taking his hand in mine.
“Well better them than us,” I murmured. “It’s their lives, not ours, and it’s not our business. Hey, I support Made in America and I’m happy to do my part.”
And the big man gave me another long look before kissing me, drawing me to sit in his lap, his strong arms like steel bands around my form, comforting, ensconcing me in a safe place.
“And that’s what I love about you,” he growled against my jaw. “You’re so sweet, so loyal, so real and I can’t get enough of it,” he said while claiming my lips for another deep kiss.
Sighing deeply, I melted then, dissolving against his big form, feeling my muscles go limp as my cunt heated up, my insides beginning to sizzle. Oh god, oh god, Tucker always had this electric effect on me, the way he made me cream instantly, the way he could play my body like a violin. So I nipped at his ear, biting lovingly, teasing my tongue along his jaw.
“Tucker,” I breathed. “I want you. Fuck me hard tonight, I need you bad.”
And he just chuckled, sweeping me into his arms, our mouths locked together as he carried me into his bedroom, the giant space decked out in deep navy, dark wood furniture, the décor totally masculine, totally Tucker. Maybe he didn’t live here permanently, but this place definitely reflected his personality, commanding, assertive, an alpha male at ease.
“You don’t need to ask twice, little girl,” he rasped against my mouth before setting me down. “Your wish is my command.”
And I moaned then, stroking my breasts, playing with myself. Of course I wanted his dick in my pussy, after all I’d just had my cherry popped and I wanted to feel that blunt shaft in my moist recesses again. But when I said I was a dirty girl, I meant triple X dirty, not soft core porn. Because I’d seen something in a video that I wanted to replicate.
“Tucker, honey,” I murmured slyly, looking up between my lashes. “Get your dick out.”
And dark streaks immediately slashed across his cheeks, his eyes growing ravenous, hungry and aroused.
“Oh really?” he said silkily, blue gaze penetrating. “And is this what we talked about before? About you taking the reins, being in charge?”
I nodded, a little shy but too supercharged to think twice.
“That’s it exactly,” I purred, licking my lips slightly, making sure my pucker was pink and glossy. “Get your penis out, big boy,” I commanded breathily.
And in flash, his cock was out, making me salivate, my chest grow tight. Because it was so beautiful, so gorgeous that I could hardly breathe. All ten inches of him stuck straight out at me, the fuckpole so hard, hot and heavy, a pearl of pre-cum already beading at the head. But I wanted more than a drop, I wanted a fucking faucet, all for me.
So I lowered my mouth, running my tongue around his glans, tasting that fleshy pink helmet, trailing it lightly.
“Mmm,” I murmured, smiling up at him with his dick in my mouth. “You taste good.”
And Tucker just threw his head back, releasing a roar of pent-up energy.
“You better get on with it, I’m not going to hang on long,” he warned.
But I was only too happy to obey. Like a famished dog, I went at his dick like it was the last one on earth, tracing the vein along the bottom with my tongue, then flipping around and running my tongue along the top of his shaft. I pulled the skin at the tip tight with my fingers before pushing my tongue into that sweet slit and was immediately rewarded with a gush into my mouth, the sperm sticky and salty.
“Mmmmph,” I mumbled with dick in my mouth. “Mmmph.”
Tucker was insistent, grabbing my hair and angling his dick in deeper and I let him face-fuck me for a bit. His cock-head crept down my esophagus, making me choke a little, coughing reflexively, but I fought off my gag reflex and let the cock sink in deep, cramming me full, cheeks bulging.