Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
I push her back onto the bed, moving up onto it with her. She eyes my coyly, pushing away from me until she’s back up against the headboard, her face flushed, and her legs curled under her. The fucking picture of innocence.
“Spread your legs,” I purr hungrily, nodding at where they’re tucked under her. “Show me that pretty little pussy, Kendall.”
She blushes fiercely, pausing. But slowly, she nods. Her legs slide from under her, her blush searing hot across her face for a moment before she finally takes a breath and slowly begins to spread. I groan, watching them stretch apart and watching her pink little pussy open up for me, glistening and wet.
It’s all the teasing I can take.
I move in, tonguing her again. Fuck, I cannot get enough of her sweet little pussy, like she’s a drug I’m fucking hooked on. Kendall moans as I lick her pussy, swiping my tongue all the way up to her clit before I tease it lower, down to her asshole. She squeals in pleasure, bucking against me and panting as I work her higher and higher, until suddenly, I pull away with a grin.
Kendall groans, pouting as I chuckle.
“Uh uh, angel,” I grin. “You’re going to have to be a good girl if you want me to make you come.”
I give her one last lick before I pull away and start to slide up between her legs. She eagerly tugs me in, wrapping her legs around me and locking her ankles as my cock teases over her bare little cunt.
But suddenly, a thought hits me, and I freeze, frowning.
Kendall bites her lip, a worried look crossing her face.
“Is… is everything alright?”
More than okay. But it won’t be if I keep fucking her bare. She’s not on the pill, and I’m not snipped. Fucking the barely legal girl from down the street is one thing. Taking her virginity is another. Knocking her up might just be one step beyond the pale.
“Yeah, I… hang on.” I slide up between her legs, kissing her mouth softly as she moans into me.
“I’ll be right back,” I groan into her lips, before I regretfully pull away from her. I slide from the bed and head back to the bathroom, where I start tearing the fucking place apart looking for a condom—a condom I don’t even know if I have, seeing as there hasn’t been a woman in my life in years.
And sure enough, after I empty basically every fucking drawer in the place, I come up empty-handed.
Fuck.
…Pull out works, right?
I growl as I head back to the bedroom. Condom or not, risk or not, there’s no way I’m not taking her again.
“Kendall, I—”
I step into my bedroom, my eyes drop to the bed, and I stop short. I chuckle quietly, a grin creeping over my face as my eyes land on Kendall—eyes closed, mouth parted, and fast asleep.
I grin. Apparently, I wore her out.
I slide into the bed next to her, wrapping my arms around her sleeping, lithe body and tugging her against me. She murmurs in her sleep, smiling happily as she snuggles into me, her arm around me and her cheek against my chest.
Chapter 9
Kendall
It’s dark when I wake.
I blink, taking a second to realize what’s going on before I remember where I am, and a flush comes over me.
…I’m not gonna lie, I’ve literally fantasized about this.
Yes, I’ve fantasized the more visceral stuff—imagining Mr. B tearing my clothes off, putting his hands on me, pinning me to a bed and fucking me as hard and as much as he wants to. I mean, yeah, I’ve had that fantasy, right alongside the one where I suck his cock under his desk in his big fancy office in the city. Or, you know, the one where I jump his bones in the Bane family pool.
Yeah, I’ve had those fantasies. But the other one I’m talking about is, well, this. Not the hardcore sex-fest of my other fantasies, but the kind where I’m just in his arms, and totally and completely content and safe. Which is exactly what I feel right now. He’s fast asleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically with his breath under my cheek—his skin so warm, his muscles so firm and powerful.
One of his arms is around me, holding and cradling me against his body, and I swear, I could stay just like this forever. I mean, food would have to be brought in. Maybe some water. It would probably make his work commute or my hanging out with Amy a little tough—
For a moment, my little grin falters, and I blink, suddenly sobered by the thought. This incredible man who I’ve just given my everything to, who makes me feel alive, and whole, and like I can conquer the world, he isn’t just “a man I know.”