Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
He growls into my ear. “Say that again.”
My heart aches with it, with all the years of shame, of feeling wrong in myself, dangerous in my beauty. “I am sin.”
“Tell me you mean it.”
I nod a little, feeling his stubble against my cheek. The heat of his breath. Cologne and sweat again. So different from any scent I have ever known. “In Jesus’ name, I mean it.”
“So then fucking prove it.”
His words light a fire in me, a flash from embers that have smoldered for so long. I let the room spin, let my mind whirl, and follow my instincts, letting my hand slide back to undo his belt.
But I’m clumsy with it. Nervous, unsure. His strong hand overtakes mine, certain fingers guiding my fearful ones. The snap of the leather coming free, the jingle of the buckle coming open. And now the softness of his penis pressing through his underwear against my bare skin.
“You shouldn’t,” I say, my voice hoarse and low.
His cock twitches against my flesh. “The fuck I shouldn’t.”
“I mean, I’ll be your downfall,” I murmur, almost automatically, robotically. Radio preachers and tent sermons and purify thyself, young lady, purify thyself. “I will be your undoing.”
My words only encourage him, and his intensity sparks a reaction in my body that I have never felt before. A desperation to be undone, myself.
His fingers explore me from behind, greedy and aggressive. It’s as if his entire body tightens when he feels my soaked panties. And now even I can smell my musk mixed in with the dusty cabin air. “Bullshit, little girl. This dick will be your undoing. I guarantee it.”
My eyes flutter shut, my head drops. And I let myself succumb. “So be it.”
He yanks his underwear down and now we are flesh to flesh, the curve of my butt pressing firmly and perfectly into the bend in his hips. Like I was made for him.
He takes his cock in hand, stroking it long and greedy against the opening of my pussy. Dipping in, dipping out. My body flutters and rolls, and I find myself pawing for more, please, more. Wondering for a moment if this is all just a fever dream.
He pushes the side of his jaw against mine. “Put your hands on the fucking table, you hear me?”
I obey, without protest. He hikes my skirt up over my ass, stepping back and groaning when he finally sees all of me. “Jesus Fuckin’ Christ.” He reaches forward, opening his palm in front of me. “Spit. Right fucking here.”
I’m surprised, not only by the command but by his use of the Lord’s name, but I obey again. But I’m polite about it. Because I’ve always been taught that a girl shouldn’t spit.
He growls his disapproval. “Get fucking dirty, you hear me? I said spit.”
I gather a big mouthful of saliva and shoot it into his palm, splattering his fingers and making a tendril of wetness stick against my cheek. He likes that and grunts his approval. “Atta fucking girl.”
With his saliva-slick palm, he strokes his dick at my opening, nudging the head inside. And it feels good, but scary. So scary. “Please, I’ve never…”
He laughs a little, cruel and unkind. “No shit, angel. I could see that the first time you looked at me. Virgin eyes. You think you’re impure? You’re not. But you’re about to be.”
Oh, my God. This all feels so wrong. And yet, so very, very right. I feel my eyes well up a little, not in fear, not in danger, but in the overwhelming weight of all I have been told warring inside me against what I want and need.
“I…”
He slows his strokes, pulling me in close, making me feel safe and protected. “Tell me.”
“I don’t know how to do any of this.”
He chuckles, and I can feel his attitude toward me softening again. I like the way he is. Rough and aggressive, then kind and warm. He turns me around in his arms, his erection pushing hard against my belly. I glance down and gasp. It is huge. And veined. And throbbing. A solid shaft of muscle, with a purplish head and skin pulled so tight.
And it’s leaking. That little droplet of moisture, it draws me to it. And makes my mouth water. “Can I taste?”
His eyes narrow, getting greedy and intense. He’s so very handsome. So very intense. “Go on. You are playing that temptress well. I think you like being this girl. A mountain man’s slut lost in the woods.”
I slowly sweep the drop of moisture from the slit in the tip, and place it to my lips. It’s warm and slick but otherwise… “It doesn’t really taste like anything.”
He smiles this killer smile that absolutely makes my heart go flip-flop. “Not yet, baby. But it will.”
Now with his other hand, he pinches my cheeks. He brings his lips to mine, kissing me in a way that takes my breath away. All my friends have been kissed, behind the locker and football games and school dances. But not me. Never this. Never until now.