Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Pretty,” I say, brushing the back of my hand first over one tight nipple, then the other. When I glance up at her face, her eyes are closed.
The dress has a zipper at the side, which I unfasten, and when it drops to the floor, Taylor is left in purple cotton bikini underwear. Her hands fly to cover it, which I find odd. She wasn’t worried about me seeing her breasts, only her underwear? Admittedly, it’s not sexy lace or shiny satin. It isn’t white like most women wear on their wedding day, but I don’t give a damn what she’s arrived in. If her momma or papa didn’t see fit to buy her decent clothes, that’s their problem. She won’t want for anything now she’s here. She might not find true love, but she will be provided for.
“Don’t cover yourself,” I say. “I’m going to see all of you. I’m going to be inside you.” I slide my hand into her hair and grip her nape, tipping her face. I move closer, watching her pupils expand, in arousal or fear, I can’t be sure. “And I’m going to make this good, okay?”
Her neck flexes as though she intended to nod, but I’m holding her too tightly to allow any range of motion. I kiss her, expecting her to be slow to respond, but she opens her mouth for me and moans a little in her throat. I start to lose my composure.
“Lie on the bed, Taylor.”
Just like at the door, she’s quick to act. Jesse would enjoy that kind of obedience. He likes being a boss. As for me, her willingness to please just makes this easier. If she resisted, I’d be downstairs like a shot. Jesse might want this, but I’m not willing to do anything to anyone if they’re not on board.
It doesn’t take long for me to pull off my socks and drop my jeans and boxer briefs. Taylor watches me with parted lips and eyes a little too wide. They widen even more when I fist my aching cock.
“Take off your panties,” I say, the huskiness in my voice made of real anticipation.
I might be here because of Jesse, but Taylor makes me want to stay. She wriggles out from the purple cotton, keeping her legs pressed together as much as she can. Regardless, I catch a flash that drives me forward.
Before I can get on the bed, she rolls to her side and sticks her very nice, peachy ass in my direction. Confused, I press my hand to her hip and roll her back. “What are you doing?”
“You… you want to have sex, right?”
I frown, trying to work out what’s going on. “Yeah, darlin’. But I’m going to make you feel good first.”
She seems confused, blinking as I gently part her legs and kiss a soft trail from her knee to the inside of her thigh. When I glance up at her, she’s watching me with the sweetest furrow between her brows and her arms covering her breasts. I take her wrist and gently move one arm away and then the other, pressing them into the mattress so she understands where I want her to keep them.
“Trust me,” I whisper against her skin, kissing her again. She shivers as I part her sweet little lips, revealing tender pink flesh. I press a kiss to her clit, and she moans. Our eyes meet, and her mouth drops open to a surprised O.
Her reactions aren’t what I’d expect at all. It’s like no one has ever kissed her between her legs. Who the hell has she been having sex with that hasn’t shown her any kind of attention? Who wanted to just fuck her from behind?
When I slide my tongue the length of her slit, she closes her eyes and tips her head back, arching her neck, and when I suck, she makes the prettiest little whimper. I wait until she’s shifting her hips and pressing against my mouth before I rest a finger at her entrance. She’s wet and ready when I slide just one inside her, finding tight, clenching heat. It’s a struggle to get the second in, but when I do, and I twist my fingers, her pussy clamps down, fluttering with release. The gasps she makes almost destroy me. My dick is like iron, and my balls are tight and aching. I grab a condom, conscious of Jesse’s plan, and roll it down my length as quickly as I can. By the time I’m sheathed and ready, Taylor has opened her eyes and is staring at me like a surprised rabbit.
“Did that feel good?” I ask, climbing over her body.
She nods, staring at my mouth like she can’t believe what it’s capable of. I press my lips against hers, and it’s like sliding into paradise. The tentativeness of her hands on my back sends a shiver running up the column of my spine and spinning out over my scalp. She slides her tongue against mine, tasting herself but not recoiling. I let my cock rest against her pelvis, giving her time to get accustomed to the feel of it against her skin. When she shifts her hips, seeking friction, I know she’s ready. Canting my hips, I get into the perfect position to enter her slowly.