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“And all your sisters still live here?”
“Yes. That’s not weird is it?”
“No. Not at all. It’s expensive out there. I was just wondering how many bedrooms you have.”
“Five proper ones. I turned the den into my youngest sister’s room.” The one-story bungalow-style house is deceptively bigger on the inside than it looks on the outside. There’s a detached garage outside that I use for storage. There’s no attic, basement, or crawlspace.
“She’s the sixteen year old?”
“Yes,” I say, surprised that she remembered. That was ninety texts ago or more.
“And where’s your room?”
“Last door on the left,” I say, pointing down the hallway.
She takes off down the hall, and I follow like a puppy dog. As crazy as it is, I know I’ll follow this girl to the ends of the Earth. I cringe when I get into the bedroom. The bed is unmade, but at least they are clean sheets; I changed them on Sunday. There is a pile of dirty clothes outside the bathroom door. Belle doesn’t seem to notice. She’s kicked her heels off and is in the process of shimmying her skirt off. She’s got her blouse unbuttoned too. I groan as her huge tits, currently and cruelly hidden from me by lace, come into view.
“Am I going to fast?” she asks.
“No. I’m just admiring the view.”
“Come over here and admire it,” she says as she pulls her shirt off. She’s standing in front of me in just her bra and panties. They don’t match, but that's okay. She reaches behind her and opens her bra, dropping it on the floor. When her panties are off, she comes toward me. My eyes roam down her body. She is utter perfection. Her eyes are bright; her cheeks are flushed. Her waist is flared, and her hips wide. There is a neatly trimmed patch of slightly darker hair than that of her hair covering the top of her juicy pussy. She’s got those fat pussy lips that I want my mouth on more than I want my next breath. “I think you are overdressed, Kent.” Her voice is sultry and reminds me of pure temptation.
She reaches me and pulls my work shirt up and over my head. She moans as her tiny fingers roam over my muscles. I kick out of my work boots as she works my belt. My pants, boxers, and socks join the discard pile quickly. My cock is hard and already leaking precum. Her hands wrap around my length, and she pumps me up and down. I push her hands away because I don’t want this over before I get a chance to worship her.
ChapterEight
Belle
Holy shit! I have to clench my thighs together as I stare down at him. His cock is huge, just like the rest of him. My mouth is watering at the thought of that behemoth being inside me. He can have any hole he wants. They all belong to him. My mind immediately wanders to him shoving me down and slamming into me, despite me saying no. In my mind, he’s a savage animal who takes what he wants and gives me what I need with his brutal thrusts. I feel my pussy flood, and I let out a little moan. His cock is hard in my hand, but I want it inside me. That vow I made when I was younger was just to keep other guys away from me. As crazy as it seems, I know I was waiting for Kent.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks with his hands on my hips. He’s so big, he could do whatever he wants to me, and I’d love it.
“Hmm?” I ask, looking up from his gorgeous cock to his face. He’s smirking at me like he already knows what I was thinking about, but he wants me to tell him.
“Tell me, baby girl. Tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
“All kinds of things I’m sure you don’t want to know.”
“Try me,” he says as he moves his hands up so that are now over my thick belly. Normally, I think I’d be embarrassed, but there’s something about holding this man’s hard cock in my hand that makes all that self-consciousness go away. Me, chubby Belle Fisher, made this man hard. He wants me, and he’s totally going to get me.
“I want you inside me,” I whisper. He groans and walks me toward his bed. When the back of my legs hit the bed, I drop down on it. I drop my hands from his cock. The steely warmth of him is immediately missed.
“You want me to be the first, the last, the only man inside your pussy?”
“Yes,” I say in awe of him. His voice is strained. It’s like he’s holding on to his last bit of sanity.
“Fuck, baby girl. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I have some idea,” I say, putting my hand back on his cock. It’s in my face now, and I can see drops of cum across the thick head. Licking my lips, I lean forward just a little and swipe my tongue across him, getting every drop that’s there, but more just comes bubbling up. He groans and puts his hands in my hair as I take more of his length into my mouth. There’s no way in hell it’s all fitting, but I’m going to give it my all.
“Belle,” he rasps but doesn’t say anything else. I take that as an encouragement to keep going. I’ve never done this before, and I’m sure he’s just humoring me, but I want to please him. I want him to want me so freaking badly that he’ll never leave me.
Eventually, he pulls me off of him and drops to his knees in front of me. He roughly grips my thighs and pushes them apart. He groans.
“ Is something wrong?” I ask, panicking. No one has ever seen me like this.
“What? No, God. No. You’re so fucking wet for me. This is all for me, isn’t it?”
