Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Violet gasps, sitting up in bed, the blanket tangled around her knees. She’s wearing a tank top with no bra underneath, the moonlight shafting through the window, giving me an ample view of her excited nipples poking through her top.
“What are you doing?” she whispers, but she doesn’t sound pissed.
Remnants of pleasure cling to her voice, as if she can’t push it all the way down. She’s got gorgeously flushed cheeks, her lips parted as if expecting a kiss.
I close the door behind me.
“I heard you,” I growl, but also keep my voice low.
Andrew’s room is on the other side of the hallway, but there’s still a chance he could hear.
“Heard me?” she says, trying to laugh it off.
I’m not laughing. I stalk across the room, standing next to her bed.
“I heard your sexy moaning. I know you were touching your innocent, needy pussy. Tell me the truth, Violet.”
I’m shaking all over, my muscles straining.
“W-what?” she whispers, her eyes going so wide and attractive, like everything’s a shock to my naïve woman, and she needs me to show her the way.
I kneel next to the bed, reach over, and squeeze her thigh through the blanket. The moan she offers makes me lose my mind… the most gorgeous sound.
“Who were you thinking of when you were touching your young, soaked slit?”
She turns away, her lips shaping into a smile. “Who said that’s any of your business?”
“Normally, I love your sass,” I snarl, “but this isn’t a joke. I need to know.”
She spins to me and stares with passion. “Why do you care?”
“Tell.” I tighten my grip on her thigh. “Me.”
She shifts, as if pleasure is moving through her. It’s one of the greatest feelings I’ve experienced, giving my woman this feeling.
“You,” she whispers. “The forest.”
I lean close, kissing her right away. I’m already getting addicted to the sound she makes when I first kiss her, the moan, the shiver of shock as I crush her lips and apply obsessive pressure. She opens her mouth and finds my tongue. We kiss passionately.
I throw away the blanket, groan when I realize she’s wearing shorts, her legs bare just like the first night, the night I stared at her thick, curvy beauty and knew I had to have her. Sliding my hand up her bare thigh feels like heaven, my manhood swelling, precome leaking hotly as I inch closer and closer to her slit. She’s hot through the fabric of the PJ shorts, already soaked. I can feel it.
I’m losing control. With a growl, I yank down the front of her shorts and wedge my hand against her naked pussy. She opens her mouth, moaning shakily, causing our teeth to click as she throws her head back in pleasure. It’s like something has taken her over.
I lean back, giving myself the perfect view as her body shifts, her hands clawing at the sheets as I rub the wetness from her hole over her lips, then focus on her clit, rubbing fiercely, faster each second. She’s completely under my control, my perfect woman, her hips bucking as I slip my finger into her. Her tightness squeezes me.
The base of my cock gives a pulse, as if getting ready for how she’s going to feel when I drive into her, when I push deep until her hole grips my base the same way she’s clinging onto my finger.
“You need to come for me,” I growl, leaning close, speaking my orders directly into her ear.
“Hmm,” she whimpers, as I finger her harder, sliding out, then in, owning her soaked pussy.
“Come all over my hand. Get your hole ready for my cock.”
She keeps moaning as I pump my finger quicker. I’m obsessed with how hot and wet her pussy is, her thick lips as voluptuous as the rest of her. Even her clit feels swollen and ready for everything we’re going to share when I push my palm against it, still fingering her sweet hole. I pump my hand faster and faster, feeling her slit get even hotter. Her body makes gorgeous wet pleasure noises, the mattress squeaking as she moves in time with me, sitting down on my finger.
She reaches down, grabs my wrists. I think she might push me away again, like in the forest. Then she brings me closer, directing my palm even firmer against her clit.
“You horny young thing,” I breathe huskily. “Like this?”
I drive my palm forward. She doesn’t have to say anything. Her moans tell me everything I need to know, the quiver in them, telling me she’s getting closer and closer to the edge of her pleasure. I properly fuck her pussy with my finger now, grinding the heel of my palm against her clit as I indulge in her soaked heat, as I swirl my finger around.
I own you, I almost roar, not caring if Andrew hears, not caring if it will end everything. I own your tight, soaked hole. I own these moans. I own your pleasure. I own every. Fucking. Piece.