Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Both of these things are a problem. Right now, I’ve got my hand wrapped around one of them. I’m in way too deep with Vincent. What he could do to my heart would hurt way worse than any split lip. In time, the lip will heal. I’m not so sure my heart will when Vincent goes back to where he calls home.
“I didn’t think a cock would be both soft and hard.” He lets out another groan, but this time he shifts, pinning me under him.
“You’re going to make me come before I’m inside you.”
“My handjob’s that good?”
“Everything about you is damn good, but knowing I’m the only cock you’ve touched makes me all kinds of possessive.” He yanks down his sweatpants enough to free his cock. I lift my hips, rubbing my sex against him. I let out a small moan when it glides right between my slit, hitting my clit.
“Never thought I’d say this, but I like you being possessive of me,” I admit.
“That’s fucking good because it’s not about to change.” The head of his cock slips down further. “You’re so damn wet.” He slips inside of me an inch. “But damn tight.”
“I’ve been waiting for you to wake up. I’ve been thinking about this for twenty minutes.” I lay in bed and just stared at him. His face is branded in my brain. From his thick lashes to the one freckle below his ear to the tiny scar he has on his jaw.
“Should have woken me twenty minutes ago,” he says before he thrusts all the way inside of me. I let out a gasp. His hand comes off my mouth, but he’s careful not to hit my bottom lip. “I’ve been dying to fuck you in this bed,” he whispers against my ear. “I bet when you were younger, you’d touch yourself. Wonder what it would be like to be taken.”
“Hmm,” I moan behind his hand. I had done those things, but my fantasies were nothing compared to Vincent.
“All those orgasms you gave yourself. Those belong to me too.” Oh God, is he trying to kill me here? “Go on. Slip your hand down there. Play with your clit like you did when you were all alone at night.” He nips at my ear when I don’t move fast enough. I slip my hand between us as he keeps thrusting away.
My fingers find my clit, and within seconds, I’m coming. It’s almost embarrassing how fast and hard I come, but Vincent is right there with me. He groans my name into my ear as he spills his release deep inside of me.
We both lie there trying to catch our breath. He lifts his hand from my mouth as he trails kisses up my jaw to my lips where he puts the softest kiss.
“You know I can’t not wake up this way every morning now.” He smiles down at me. Does he mean forever or while he’s here? I open my mouth to ask, but my mom calls my name.
“You’re going to be late. I made you something to take with you,” she calls from the other side of the door but thankfully doesn’t open it.
“Thanks, Mom. I’ll be right out,” I manage to get out. Vincent slides his cock out of me and sits back. I start to close my legs because he’s staring right at my sex, but he stops me. I can feel his release draining out of me and onto my bed.
“Going to think about this all day.”
“You’re a perv.” I try to close my legs again, but he leans down and swirls his tongue around my clit.
“I’m your perv now. You did this to me,” he says before placing a kiss on my clit. “Now you’ll think about me all day.” He smirks as he gets up from the bed, adjusting his sweatpants back into place.
“Trust me. I’ll be thinking about you,” I mutter as I get out of bed. He snags me around my waist, pulling me into him.
“Say it. Don’t mutter it.” His hand comes to my chin, tilting my head up to stare into his eyes. “I’ll miss you. Not shy about admitting it. Won’t be a second today I won’t be thinking about you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
“See, not so hard, was it?” He gives me another one of those feather-like kisses to my mouth, but I don’t miss the small irritation that sparks in his eyes. He's pissed about my lip, but he’s not bringing it up. I was sure he’d be on me about it today.
“You’re pretty hard,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Plus, I might see you today. It’s the first Saturday of the month, so that means it’s field day. Sam and I will park next to the field. Someone always sprains an ankle or something.”