Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 39867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
I ache to be inside her. Hell, my cock is practically weeping. There’s a white, pearled stream of pre-cum already painting the head. Everything about Lyla screams that she’s relatively new to this. I like that—probably more than I should. There’s a part of me that wishes I could claim her and keep her as mine. I can’t do that. Lyla’s special, she deserves better than me. I never thought of myself as weak, but I have lately. No, Lyla needs someone strong to have her back—someone that can’t be manipulated like I was. Someone she doesn’t need to be ashamed of, much like Gabby was when it came to my speech. I can see it all so clearly now—in ways I couldn’t before. How she would look around when we were out together. The tinge of pink that tinted her cheeks as I talked to her. I always thought I embarrassed her by telling her how beautiful she was or how much I missed her. Now, I know better. Now, I know that she was embarrassed how it was hard for me to talk around her and how my stutter would become more pronounced.
“Thomas?” I jerk my gaze back to Lyla and the here and now.
“I’m here, S-Sunflower. I’m j-just lost in how beautiful you are.” The lie moves quietly off my lips. She is beautiful, but I can’t allow the past to push its way between what we’re doing. I’ve already made so many mistakes where Lyla is concerned. If I do this, I at least owe her the courtesy to have my mind only on her. I can’t allow Gabby to poison what happens here.
I won’t.
“Thomas,” she breathes, her fingers moving to my head, massaging against my hair. “I want you so much.”
God, she’s so sweet. I groan before inserting two fingers into that velvet heat. She’s so fucking wet that my balls tighten. I need to be inside her. She gasps as her sweet little pussy clamps down on my fingers. She’s so tight there’s a chance she might break my cock when I get inside of her. Her hips begin rocking toward me, and she lets this whimper out that I will always remember. Fuck, I could come just by listening to her make that noise. I move my fingers in a come-hither motion, teasing her, priming her for my cock. Her juices coat my fingers as I continue to fuck her lightly. I can’t have her coming yet. When she comes, it will be because my cock is buried so deep inside her tight channel that she tastes me—and Christ, I can barely wait. I need to taste her. With that thought, I flatten my tongue and lick along those fucking glossy lips my fingers slipped between. Jesus, she tastes so sweet. I groan, my cock literally throbbing. I want to devour her. I hadn’t meant to let her come by my hand, but now, I can’t keep from it. I move in, helping her to drape one of her legs over my shoulder.
“No, Thomas, don’t stop,” she cries out as I take my fingers away.
“I’ll take care of you, Lyla. G-Give yourself to me and d-don’t worry,” I murmur against her beautiful little cunt.
“I’m yours,” she hisses as my hand slaps against the cheek of her ass, bringing her in closer.
I kiss along the gorgeous thighs, licking up the evidence of her hunger for me like a man starving. I know I can’t keep her, but right now, I really want to. What is happening to me? I bite the inside of her thigh. Lyla’s nails dig into my back as I suck on her tender flesh, marking her. Her legs quiver, and I take more of her weight as I nibble my way back to her pussy. I open her up to me, my tongue curling against her lips, and dive inside. Immediately, a new stream of her wetness greets me, and fuck, I could drown in her cum and die a happy man. I lap it up, tonguing her entrance, hungry for more. I stiffen my tongue, fucking her with it, simultaneously using my index finger to search out her clit. I rub and massage it, while continuing to lick and tongue her pussy.
Lyla’s entire body seems to tremble as she rocks and grinds against my face. I take a moment to look up and see her head thrown back in pleasure. Pleasure that I’m giving her. This powerful feeling of pride surges through me. She’s desperate for what I’m giving her. She wants me. She might can do better, but it’s me that she wants. I’m determined, if I do nothing else, that I fuck her in a way that she will never forget being with me. I want our time together to be something that can’t be matched for her. Fuck, I think it already is for me.