Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 82(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
My chest goes tight, and my heart begins to pound as I begin to think about what it would be like to lift the hem of her skirt and find a perfectly shaved, perfectly dripping slit just waiting and ready for me. How I would spread her open with my hands and slide the tip of my cock inside her and listen to her moan my name as I took her, gave her every one of my inches without hesitation, and watched as her eyes rolled back in her head and I pounded her until her body shook and she cried out on ecstasy.
Even now, just my finger beneath her chin is enough to get me going. I’m practically foaming at the mouth like a wild dog. There’s no way I can let this girl out of my sight now that I have her here. It’s just not possible. I’ve never felt this kind of possessiveness with a girl before. It’s like an invisible chain from her heart to mine.
And those cheeks…such cute cheeks. Red. She’s blushing. Either that or she’s just hot. But I’m pretty sure she’s blushing.
“You’re blushing?” I ask, just going for it.
“N-no,” she stutters, confirming my suspicions. “I should go make sure the water automation is set up—”
She tries to step around me, but I stop her with a hand on her arm. I’m gripped by something ferocious that will simply not allow me to let Mya leave this room or remain clothed in front of me. My testosterone is flowing, and my base male instincts are overwhelming me. There’s nothing left to do but answer them.
I’ll have her, and that’s all there is to it. I’ll have her and make her mine, breed her and bind her to me. I don’t care if that means I end up having to find another replacement for her—another employee to fill the position I just filled.
“M-Mr. West?” Her voice trembles, but not out of fear, out of some kind of nervousness or anticipation. Her nipples are little gumdrops pushing against the fabric of her T-shirt. Her cheeks are the color of fruit punch, and there’s a very thin layer of sweat on her skin. She’s aroused but trying desperately not to show it. I’m dying to slide a palm down the front of her pants and feel just how soaked her pussy is.
“You don’t have to worry, Mya,” I say, keeping my voice low. “I’ll take care of you. You know that, right?”
“I…” She lowers her gaze from mine as though she’s afraid to speak. God, she’s adorable. Absolutely adorable and angelic.
I reach down to her jeans and pop the top button. She lets out a gasp as the zipper comes down halfway, exposing the bright green fabric of her thong. So cute. I would take on ten men if it meant keeping this girl. In fact, I’d do anything to keep this girl.
“Ethan,” she whispers, her eyes down. “I…I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” I ask, leaning in. “Because you know you want to?”
I kiss her, and goddamn if it isn’t the most incredible kiss I’ve ever had in my life. It’s as though my entire heart warms instantly into a blaze of fire, heating the rest of my body like a furnace. In case there was any mistake what my intentions were, I wrap my arm around her tiny waist, pull her to me, and press my firm bulge between her legs so she can feel my arousal.
That’s just for you, beautiful.
The heat from her little pussy that I know she’s got down there beats back all thoughts from my mind except one: Breed her.
The intention has never been so fierce in my mind, but right now, that’s all I want to do. I press my tongue into her mouth and kiss her deeply as I slip both hands up her shirt and cup her perfect teenage breasts.
Christ, how fucking perfect.
Her back arches, and her body presses against me. I can sense a slight bit of hesitation or reluctance still buried somewhere in the back of her mind, but she’s giving herself to me now. She wants this, and I’m not about to deny her.
I run my hands down those womanly hips and take hold of the hem of her jeans. With a tug, I pull it down, taking her thong with it, and expose her sweet little slit that I want so badly. Breaking our embrace, I look down at it, panting like a hungry wolf.
“You’re so fucking sexy, baby,” I whisper. “I knew the minute I saw you that I was going to have to hire you. I mean—just look at you.”
“I…I want you to know I didn’t dress like this to get you to hire me,” Mya whispers back. “I wasn’t trying to—”
“That’s okay, baby,” I interrupt. “You don’t have to try. You’re that beautiful.”