Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
“Say something,” she whispers.
I swallow deeply. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.”
She smiles as she comes toward me and rises to her tiptoes when she reaches me to wrap her beautiful arms around my neck. I have to lean down to meet her kiss. Her lips are sweet and gentle against mine, her tongue warm and velvety soft.
God, I am so in love with you, I think as I kiss her back.
But when my desire for her becomes too much, I pull away.
“Please don’t,” she says, reaching for me. She places my palm against her naked breast, and I shudder with longing. “I want you to touch me, Ares. I want you to do all the things to me that people do when they’re in love.”
She comes closer.
“I think about you at night…” she continues, “… when I’m alone in my bed. When no one can see or hear me.” Her hands drift down her naked body, touching herself in all the places I want to touch her. One hand slides between her thighs. “I touch myself here and picture you, and it feels really good.” She gasps as she slides her fingers inside, and I lick my lips because I’m so hungry for a taste. “But it always leaves me achy for more because I need you, Ares. I need you to take the ache away.”
My body reacts to her words. To the sight of the girl I love touching herself. Behind my zipper, my erection strains to be released, but I resist reaching down to touch it. Instead, I go to Belle and collect her into my arms and kiss her wildly, my lust and need almost too much to bear.
But she takes control, pushes me back into an old armchair, and slides onto my lap.
“Are you absolutely sure about this?” I swipe her hair from her face. We’ve never talked about this moment.
Her smile is carnal and lusty as she reaches for my zipper. “I couldn’t be more sure.”
The moment my zipper is down, my cock springs free. Belle looks at the size of it, then back to me, her eyes wide.
She gulps. “It’s so big.”
I know I have a big cock. It’s heavy and thick, and sometimes when I get hard and jerk off, I get dizzy because all the blood rushes south from my brain.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I say.
She’s tiny, and I don’t know how all of me is going to fit inside her.
“Then you’re going to have to get me ready for you.” She climbs off my lap and leads me over to the makeshift bed she’s made from old cushions and blankets she has brought from home and slides her panties down her firm thighs. Lying down, she opens her legs. I see her for the first time, and every cell in my body begins begging me for this.
She reaches for my hand and pulls me down to her. “Make me come with your tongue.”
It’s my turn to gulp.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admit. Although, I’ve spent many nights dreaming about it with my hand in my shorts and my teeth biting into my lip, picturing my head between her thighs.
She pulls me closer, and my instincts take over, guided by her moans and the violent tugs on my hair as I lick, suck, and penetrate her with my tongue. When I find the little bud of nerves, I torment it with my mouth, and she falls apart beneath me.
Listening to her come, I’m so aroused my balls tighten with a need for release. But I want to make her come again, so I fuck her harder with my tongue until her legs shake and her tugs on my hair grow more violent, then she comes again.
Flushed, she looks up at me, and I feel so triumphant.
I’ve never made a girl make those kinds of sounds before.
Her eyes drop to my cock curving toward my navel and the tiny pearl of cum on the head.
“I want you inside me,” she says.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” My breath is ragged.
She guides my hand to where my tongue and mouth were, where she’s swollen, supple, and creamy.
“See what you do to me?” she says. “I’m ready for you.”
She’s so pink and wet. So fucking perfect.
“I’ll be gentle,” I promise. But inside, I’m terrified I’ll hurt her. She’s so small, and I’m so big. “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”
Belle’s fingers trail down my abs as I place myself at her entrance. She inhales sharply as the broad head nudges inside her, then again as I gently ease into her. She cries out, and I pause, but she begs me to keep going. “Don’t stop.”
“But I’m hurting you,” I say, easing back.
She grabs my wrist. “I want all of you, Ares. Every single inch.”