Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
He’s so hard, so thick against my panties that I’m compelled to ride him, my hands coming to rest on the back of the driver’s seat, my hips slowly grinding up and back. The combination of the friction between my legs and the electrified tingles he’s creating by fondling my nipples is blanketing my vision in some kind of mist that makes this feel dreamlike. A fantasy. And that feeling makes me buck a little faster.
That’s when our mouths meet for the first time. In the midst of an already frantic situation. And so there is no buildup. We’re licking into one another’s mouths with hunger and intention, his knuckles clamping down around my nipples until I’m whimpering, moving my hips faster, our lips opening wider with every kiss. We’re nothing but carnal creatures, sustaining ourselves on the wet glide of tongues and the clashing of teeth.
“Fuck!” He gives an upthrust, pinning my bottom against the steering wheel. “I’ve been waiting forever to do that.”
“Kiss me?”
“Yes. Yes,” he says in between kisses of my face, throat and eyelids. “I’m broken at the end of every day from resisting you.”
“Don’t resist me anymore.”
“Oh, don’t worry.”
I’m lifted out of the car with my legs wrapped around his hips. Immediately I’m slammed up against the side of the vehicle, Flynt’s mouth hot on my neck, biting and licking and sucking at my sensitive skin while his hips ram up, up, up, jostling my legs until my shoes fall off. “I’m not going to be able to stop touching you long enough to get the blanket,” he rasps, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth, drawing on it lovingly. “I’m sorry, Ayla.”
“We’ll find some grass,” I say absently, more concerned with his magical mouth and how to keep it on me, giving me these great, sweeping waves of sensation. “Or in the lake…”
“Yeah.” Flynt’s voice is ragged as he stumbles back from the car, carrying me with him.
That’s when we both see it’s a good hundred yards to the lake.
“The lake is out,” I say, planting kisses all over his face.
“You read my mind.”
Up ahead is a cluster of trees with soft, green grass beneath and Flynt strides in that direction. When we’ve almost reached the shade, he takes hold of the waistband of my panties and rips them down the middle. And then he’s laying me down, looming above me with the very devil in his eyes, stripping off his T-shirt and showing me his bare chest for the first time.
It’s big and cut and rippling, just like his arms, a gold chain making a U shape beneath his collar bone and the sight of him makes me wetter. Makes me squirm.
He unzips his jeans with impatient fingers, his gaze zeroed in on the juncture of my thighs. “I’ve been a monk for four years, waiting for you. I’d have been a monk for a hundred fucking years, long as I knew my angel was waiting on the other side.” He comes down hard on top of me, before I can see the flesh he fists and tugs out of his pants. “But we’re both about to become dirty whores for each other, aren’t we? Whatever the opposite of holy is, that’s what we’re going to be. I’ve already got you ditching school to fuck by the lake, don’t I? Pussy wet, titties covered in suck marks.” He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes. “Such a bad little girl.”
With the growling of those five words, all hell breaks loose inside of me.
six
Flynt
Deep in my bones, I knew she would be like this.
A perfect animal just waiting to be set free from her cage.
We’re equals now, humping each other in the grass, yanking and tearing at clothing, my teeth leaving marks on her shoulders, her tits, before racing back to her mouth where I get my sustenance. Lord almighty, her tongue has the sweetest taste on the planet. I lap at it, suck it into my own mouth and suction our lips, trying to drag her essence into my soul, but it’s not enough. I’ll never, ever be full of her. I’ll always be starved. She’s going to drive me past insanity into new terrain, where there is only her soft skin and pussy and voice.
I still have my hand wrapped around her throat and she traces my grip with her fingertips, revels in being pinned to the ground by force. Her thighs are open, her tight, virgin cunt waiting like a pagan sacrifice. She wants to fuck even though she’s never done it before. God help me when she gets a taste. I’ll be rutting her before school, in between classes and nonstop on the weekends. Her father is going to hate me with every fiber of his being.
Especially once her stomach begins to swell.