Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
She screams for me as I push my tongue on her clit. “Oh goodness. What’s happening?”
“You’re coming for me,” I growl, licking up her juices. My face is covered in her but I need more. “Are you ready for me?” She nods and I move into position above her, setting her legs around my waist as I line up my cock at her entrance. It feels so incredible as my head runs across her soft puffy lips.
I take a breath and then push my way in. She’s so insanely tight even though she’s wet and I know that we’re on an even playing field. We’re both virgins and it feels so good. My control is barely hanging on. Still, I don’t want to hurt her. I lean in and kiss her softly. “Thank you, Autumn.” She smiles as the pain slowly passes.
I stretched her out, inch by inch until I was fully seated into her tight hole. My entire body was covered in a light sheen of sweat as I tried to maintain control and not just come like I craved. She deserved better, and I’d give it to her. My tongue loved on her throat, licking her pulse, sending a shiver down her body.
The way she reacts, I repeated my motions, teasing and biting down on her. My hand snakes down her thigh wrapping it around my waist and then I cup her ass, squeezing it as I thrust into her.
“Owen, don’t stop,” Autumn moans. Her soft voice became husky with need, and I needed to hear it again.
“Tell me what you want. Do you want my mouth on these fat, round tits?” I lower my head, tracing my path over her peachy flesh until I slide over her pink nipple. Her back arches as I slip it into my mouth, plucking it between my teeth. She cries out and I lose it, pumping into her unable to stop myself until I fill her with my release.
Fucking dirty thoughts flood my mind as I consider the lack of protection between us. Autumn and I might have started to fill this house with our family tonight. God, I’m so obsessed with her. There isn’t anything more amazing than this woman and I can’t wait for the rest of our life together.
“Owen,” she moans. I lean down and taste her lips. A soft grunt comes from her and I want to kick my own ass for having my weight on her small frame.
“I’m sorry I was such an animal.”
“No, you were perfect. I’m just out of breath,” she answered with a giggle. I snuggled her in my arms, breathing in her scent. Holding her like this forever is my goal.
“Thank you,” I whispered, kissing her temple. The feeling was too damn incredible to explain as my heart thumps violently in my chest, ringing in my ears and my head is fuzzy. Still, I’ll never forget this moment.
Chapter Seven
Autumn
We come down from our amazing passion and I’m shocked that I gave myself to him. It goes against everything in me to be so reckless and carefree. A big part of me wants to stay wrapped up in his arms in this dark room, but the doubts kick in.
I quickly grab my clothes and throw them on. “I need to go home. My dad is probably going to be looking out for me.”
I’m an adult, but I do live with my dad, and I just met Owen. “I get it.” He leans in and cups my face, cradling my cheeks and kissing me. “How about we walk back and get some air? You look like you need it,” he says. There’s a sense of discontent in his tone.
Damn it, he’s so onto me. “I’d like that.”
We exit the unfinished farmhouse and even from this view in the moonlight it’s spectacular. It overlooks the orchard. Several rows of apple trees line the driveway. They’re bare now, but at the end of winter we’ll see the beginning of the season. He takes my hand and turns me to face him. “Let me fix this.” He adjusts my scarf and hat. “I don’t want you getting too cold out here.”
“Thank you. It did get a little chillier.”
“If you want, we can drive.”
“No, I’d like to walk.”
“Okay,” he says, smiling down on me with that killer face that can make any woman weak in the knees.
My heart pounds in my chest as he walks me home. It’s not that far from his new home, but as we cross the orchard, he looks into my eyes several times. Those stolen glances make me feel like I’m not going home but I’m leaving. There’s just something about Owen that does something to me.
From the first moment I saw him, I felt safe and warm. “So do you want to talk about the whole situation with Carter? Are we going to ignore it?”