Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
In me? she replies. What if I get pregnant?
It’s difficult, forcing my hand to stop stroking.
But I have to. Otherwise, I’ll end up telling her the truth, that I want her to get pregnant. It’s the whole point of what we’re doing. I won’t be able to keep the words contained inside of me.
Taking a breath, I make myself focus.
I want nothing between us, I write, teeth gritted, aware I’m dodging the question but not sure what else to do. I need to feel you wrapped tightly around my cock. I need to drive all the way until you’re gripping my base and then hold myself there. Stare down into your eyes, then lower at your big tits, bouncing for me. Are you going to play with them for me as I fuck you?
Yes, she replies, seeming to accept my question dodging. I can’t take this. It feels so good. I wish it was you doing this.
Tell me what you’re doing.
I stare at the phone, my hand pumping faster, knowing I won’t be able to stop soon. My seed is already rushing up my shaft, bulging in my engorged helm and taking me to the edge.
I’m stroking my pussy, she replies, driving me even closer to an orgasmic explosion. God, I wish this was your hand or tongue so badly.
If you keep saying that, I’ll come over there. I’m not sure how I’d take you first. I want to look into your pretty face as I fuck you and see how much you’re enjoying it. But I need your ass too. If I think of you bent over, that big sexy ass bouncing against me, it makes me so excited. I’d explode and make your wet pussy so creamy.
I want that too. I’m so close.
Me too, I reply, my hand slipping quicker and quicker up and down my hard thick length.
My head is in a haze, filled with Brooke and nothing else, flooded with her. The image of her ass bouncing up and down has me hypnotized. It’s as though it’s happening now, as though my hand is her…
I’d explode inside of you, I type, somehow finding the letters as my hand judders. And then I’d spread my come all over your tits and make them shine.
You’re so sexy. I’d start getting hard right away. I’d fuck your come-slick tits until I was solid, then I’d make you climb on top and ride me. Ride me, so your tits bounce, and I can lean up, sucking them, feasting on them the same way I will on your pussy.
I send it, then immediately send another.
Tell me the dirtiest thing you can think of. I’m so ready to come.
I want you to fuck my virgin pussy hard and passionately. I want you to fuck my virgin pussy like it belongs to you.
I almost roar when I read the word virgin.
A primal trigger pulls inside of me as if telling me to impregnate her now, right this moment.
Virgin…which means her body will only ever belong to me.
It will only ever be mine, just mine.
I bite down as seed floods up my shaft, rushing hot, the tip of my cock burning with my need for her. I focus on the image of my woman on top, imagine the taste of her nipples, the feel of them in my mouth as I greedily suck.
With a grunt, my seed erupts all over my shirt. It doesn’t stop, more and more bursting out as I think of her virginity and what it means for our future.
For my ownership of her.
That’s what it will be now. Complete ownership.
She is mine, only mine. She’ll never belong to anybody else.
She asks, Did you…?
Yes, I reply. Did you?
Yeah.
I step into the bathroom, quickly clean up, take off my shirt, and return to my bedroom in my shorts.
Did you mean it? I write quickly, cock already growing hard again. About being a virgin?
It takes her a while to reply, giving my manhood plenty of time to begin to get hard again. It’s the thought of taking her, possessing her forever. Just me.
My cock is the only one her perfect body will ever know.
Yes, she finally replies. I’m sorry.
I leap to my feet, driven by a sudden burst of rage.
The fact she thinks she has to apologize for this…
She never does, and especially not to me.
It means I’m the one who will gently open her pussy, inch in deeper and deeper, and then, when I can feel how ready she is, I’ll unleash myself. I’ll grab her hips and flip her over, slamming into her from behind, staring captivated as her ass shimmies for me.
Don’t be silly.
There’s a knock at the door.
Like a guilty teenager, I put my phone under the pillow.
“Banner?” Gil calls, guilt driving into my chest like a screwdriver. “Can we talk?”