Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Demi moans, grinding her pelvis against mine. Her response only ramps me up even more.
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do to you. I’m gonna spread your lips wide and lick your pussy until you cream all over the place. Then I’m going to suck that little clit into my mouth until you scream my name over and over again.”
“Oh, God.”
“You know what else I like?”
With a shake of her head, she whimpers.
“I love talking dirty.”
I’ve barely touched this girl, and she’s on the cusp of splintering apart.
So.
Damn.
Responsive.
How did Justin let her slip through his fingers? How did any of the guys she’s been with allow her to get away? Didn’t they realize what they had?
Too fucking bad for them. Their loss is my gain. And once I make her mine, I won’t ever let go.
I squeeze her ass in the palms of my hands. So damn muscular. And that’s a huge turn-on. Some guys like their women to be soft and curvy. That’s never done it for me. Maybe it’s because this girl has always dominated my thoughts. I’ve never been able to see past her. Even though her body is tight and athletic, Demi has curves where it counts. I can’t wait to strip her bare and learn every inch of her body.
“I want you so much right now.” Her eyelashes flutter open, and need fills her eyes. “Are you sure about waiting?”
Hell, no.
As I capture her lips, my tongue plunges into her mouth to tangle and dance. I pull her against me until she can feel how hard I am. “I want you more than you could possibly know, but it needs to be right. I want to take my time, and I want you to be certain.”
She grinds her pelvis against me. “Remove those boxers, and I’ll show you how certain I am.”
Even though it feels like the tip of my cock is going to explode, the comment makes my lips twitch. Did I ever think there would come a time when Demi Richards would practically beg me to fuck her?
Nope. Never in a million years.
“Slow,” I whisper as a reminder to both of us. “We need to take this slow.”
Although that doesn’t mean I can’t give her a preview of what she can expect. A little something to look forward to. One hand slips from her ass to the front of her panties before delving inside. I groan as my fingers brush over the soft lips of her pussy. She widens her legs as I push two fingers deep inside.
Once they are completely seated inside her warmth, a moan escapes from her.
“Feel better?”
“Yes.” Her eyelids drift shut as her head lolls back.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as sexy as Demi gyrating against me, getting off on my fingers. Slowly I drag them from the heat of her body before plunging inside again. It doesn’t take long for us to find a rhythm. A flush stains her cheeks as her teeth sink into her lower lip.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
When a furrow creases her brow, I know she’s hovering at the precipice. I pump my hand, giving her everything she needs to find her release. Her body tightens as her movements become frenzied. As she opens her mouth to scream, I seal my lips over hers and swallow down her pleasure. I continue thrusting my fingers inside her until her muscles turn lax. Only then does satisfaction fill me as I slip free from her body.
If I have my way, that will be the first of many orgasms I give this girl.
23
Demi
We spend the rest of Saturday morning working on a statistics assignment and kicking around a ball in the backyard. The QB may be hot stuff on the stadium turf, but on the soccer field? I run circles around his ass. Since the refrigerator looks like Mother Hubbard’s cupboards, we decide to make a run to the grocery store and pick up a couple of necessities to get us through the rest of the weekend. On the way home, Rowan detours, swinging into the paved parking lot of Twist ’N Dip, a small ice cream stand in the center of town.
He doesn’t realize it, but this place holds a lot of fond childhood memories for me. When I started playing soccer, Dad would bring me here as a special treat after each game. It was something I always looked forward to. Once I started playing with higher-level teams, and we started traveling more, we’d stop when we were in the area, but that became less frequent. I haven’t been here in ages. Probably since middle school.
“I love this place.” Nostalgia fills me as I study the small white brick building with a sliding glass window. It looks exactly the way it did ten years ago.