Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Oh.” Her mouth forms a perfect O shape. Again, those damn lips. So many dirty thoughts flash through my mind. “But I want to know about those things too.” Her ass shifts, a small wiggle.
Fuck me. Is my girl getting turned on? I’d noticed her doing that same shift when we watched a movie and an intimate scene would come on. It could be something as simple as a kiss and she would get fidgety. I bet if I reached my hands between her thighs she’d be wet for me. Fuck.
“Libby.” I slide my hands back to the outside of her thighs and up under my shirt that she has on. She doesn’t stop me as I grip her hips. “Need you to be real careful right now.” Whatever is left of my self-control is waning. I won’t be able to hold out much longer if she continues down this path.
“Because you’re a man?” Her tone carries a hint of challenge. I only grunt a response. “Like I said”—her fingers trail down my chest and down between her own thighs—“I know.”
“Libby.” My hold on her hips tightens. My fingers grip the soft, delicate skin, which I have no right to touch, but I do.
“Would you kiss me?” She lifts her head. “Like we saw in the movie last night?” Fuck. I love this confident, rebellious, take what she wants side to her.
“I can’t kiss you that way, Libby.”
“Oh.” Her shoulders drop. I sit up. I have to move her hips backwards as I do. Her pussy lands directly on top of my cock. Her eyes widen at my sudden shift.
"That kiss you saw last night was barely a kiss. I’ll want more.” I don’t think I could stop at a simple peck. I’m too greedy, and my control is a splinter's edge.
“Really?” Libby resets her hands on my shoulders. “Would you do the thing where they slip their tongues into the other's mouth?” She begins to wiggle her tiny ass once more. I grip her ass, stilling her movement. “’Cause I think I’d really like that.” When her eyes drop to my mouth and she licks her lips again, I’m done for.
Nothing could stop me from kissing her now. I just pray that I can stop at only giving her my tongue.
10
LIBBY
Ace’s eyes are so intense. I’m not sure what he is going to do. As my shyness begins to take over, I attempt to lean back, but Ace quickly pounces on me. He was like an animal waiting for its prey to move, and he pounced the second he thought I might be trying to get away.
His mouth comes down and he presses his lips against mine. I let my eyes fall closed as he starts to move his mouth over mine. I have spent days dreaming of kissing him, and it’s finally here. His hands deepen their hold on me further, making sure that I can’t go anywhere. I don’t want to. In fact, I moan at the possessive hold he has on me. It’s not something I was expecting to find pleasure in.
It should scare me. I have been caged my whole life, but even with how close Ace keeps me, I’m still free. He gives me that. Ace is my protector, who only wants to keep me safe.
His tongue slides across the seam of my mouth, and I part my lips for him. It slips inside, stroking against mine. A spark lights deep inside of me, and I tentatively kiss him back, trying to match him. When he lets out a low groan into my mouth, it has me pressing my mouth firmly to his.
My fingers trail down his shoulders, exploring him. This is the first time I’ve ever touched a man in this manner. His body is so big and hard. “Ace,” I whisper against his lips, desperate for something more.
“Fuck, say my name again,” he orders but claims my mouth again. “Say it.” His mouth kisses along my jaw, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin.
“Ace,” I moan, my head dropping back. “I need to...” I trail off, all sense escaping me as the way he’s making my body feel overwhelms me.
“What do you need, sweetness?” I try to shift, but I can’t. “You need to move?”
“Please.” The second he says it, I know he’s right. I do need to move. Not away from him either. No, the sensation of him being pressed against me is incredibly satisfying. I’d get closer if I could.
“Do you know why you need to move?” he asks before latching on to my neck and sucking. I moan out his name, my back arching. “Do you?” I shake my head; it’s too hard to form words now. “Your body does.” He’s right. I have no idea what I'm doing, but my body seems to understand. “I’ll show you.”