Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
When I release her mouth, she whimpers in protest, but her small delicate noises turn to choked gasps when I drop to my knees.
“Wh-what are you doing?”
“This is what I’ve wanted for dinner since you’ve moved in. Not the meatloaf or sandwich or curry. Nah, I want pussy. Yours. And I’m taking it.” I push the ugly skirt up, pull her leg over my shoulder, and spread her wide.
“Not here,” she objects, but I’m done waiting. I’m taking her right now in the hallway. I flatten my tongue and press it against her sex. The first taste of her rocks me. It’s a good thing I’m already on my knees or I would have fallen. It’s like a goddess has come to earth and blessed my tongue. Her pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted--sweet, tangy like the wild honey you find deep in the woods. It’s an untouched beauty that no one else even knows exists.
“Oh, baby, you taste so good,” I growl. I palm her ass cheeks in one hand and lift her up until she is forced to balance herself on my shoulders. I use my chin and lips and my free hand to work her tight pussy open. She’s so small that I don’t know how I’m getting my cock inside of her. I’m going to split her in half. But if all I ever do is worship at the fountain of her pussy, I’ll die a happy man.
This is something I never thought I’d be able to have--not just any woman, but a particular woman, beautiful and kind and generous. She’s too good for me and she probably knows it, but hell, if this is a pity fuck, I’ll take it. I’ll make it the best goddamned lay she ever experiences, and when she leaves--because she can’t live with a beast--she’ll never be able to forget me.
I finger her tiny cunt, dragging my fingers along the front of her channel until I find that g-spot. A startled cry escapes her.
“Oh no...that’s...oh my God.”
“That’s right, come for me baby.” I latch on to her clit, sucking that tender morsel into my mouth, working the outside of her cunt and her tight, wet channel. My cock throbs in my jeans, wanting desperately to be inside her.
“I can’t, Kale. I don’t know how.”
“Just let go. Trust me,” I beg. “Trust me and let go.”
Her heels dig into my back and her thighs squeeze tight around my ears, but my head could be in a vise and I wouldn’t move from this spot. She comes then, her whole body shaking from the release. Her cream spills onto my tongue, covering my face, filling my mouth. I drink her down, savoring her juice like it’s the finest champagne in all of France. I pull my cock out and jack myself hard. It only takes a few rough jerks to come on her panties. With my dick still dangling out, I rise and kiss her again. She takes my mouth, tasting herself, tasting me. This is the life. This is all I’ve ever wanted, all I’ve never even dared to dream of. I break away and stare down at her. She might want to leave in the future, but I don’t think I’ll allow that. Not after she’s come on my tongue. Not after she takes me into her body. No. Once my dick is inside of her, she’s mine forever. “Last chance, Summer. Do you want me to let you go?”
20
Summer
I should say yes. He stares down at me, his eyes searching my face, silently pleading with me to say yes. My body screams it too, but there is no going back. If I asked him to stop, we’d only end up back here again. Tomorrow night. There is this pull that I have to him. It’s undeniable. I’m fighting the inevitable. Whatever this is between us will happen one way or another. I’ll have to face the fallout and pray I can pick up the pieces on the other side. Because there is no way that I can deny myself this man.
“Don’t let me go.” Ever. I don’t think I can bear losing something else again. I don’t tell him that. Don’t men run at such things? He lifts me off my feet, kissing me again. I can feel the tension leave his body. He really thought I was going to push him away. All I want to do is cling to him.
“My room. I can’t be far from Colby.”
“Right.” He turns, heading back to my room. I laugh when he can’t get the doorknob to turn at first. He doesn't find it as funny as I do.
“That one.” I point when he tries to go toward Colby’s room.
“Of course you gave him the bigger room.” He kisses me again before I can ask what he means by that. My fingers slide into his hair as I kiss him back deeper. The things he makes me feel have my insides melting. They have me wanting things that I didn’t think were in the cards for me.