Total pages in book: 209
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 196085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 980(@200wpm)___ 784(@250wpm)___ 654(@300wpm)
We stare at each other for a moment, the summer sun breaking through the branches, making her stunning face look like a masterpiece in the warm light.
“But I am.” She smiles, her eyes lighting with a youthful twinkle as her voice takes on a childlike quality, and that part of me she’s unearthed grows stronger.
“Yes, baby, you are young. But far from stupid.” I lick my lips, then look down her body, my eyes on the little patch of dark hair above her pussy lips. “Stand up.” I lift her as I give her the instruction and move her to stand between my spread legs. “Reach down and get some of your sweet juice on your fingers and feed it to me.”
“What?”
“Baby, do as I say or your ass is going to be over my knee. It’s what I want, and part of your job will be to give me what I want.”
She eyes me with a moment of doubt, but then nipping her lip, the mixture of purity and vixen lights her face, making my dick even harder. She slowly runs her fingers down between her barely-there tits, over her flat belly, between where her hip bones are more prominent than they should be and finally into the honey pot that already has me under its spell.
Her lips fall open as she reaches down, her fingers wiggling between her little pussy lips before she draws them back upward.
“Like this?” She pouts, holding her slick, soaked fingers in front of her, splaying them wide, showing me the shimmering webbing of her cum stretching between them.
“Now, feed me…” I open my mouth, grabbing her wrist and pulling it forward. Her fingers slide inside and her flavor rushes through me like a lava, burning me from the inside out, and I’ve never imagined tasting heaven, but this is it.
Sweet and addicting, and I know I’ll never get enough.
“More,” I command, and she complies, repeating the actions and slipping more of her delicious sticky release between my lips.
I pull her close, kissing her everywhere within reach in between her fingerfuls of silky nectar, and I know if I don’t stop here, this train is going to run off the tracks.
As much as I want to mount her virgin cunt on my steel rod right here, it’s too soon. I need her trust as much as I need her pussy and I’m willing to wait, even though it feels like it’s going to kill me.
“Such a good girl.” I cup her cheek and get to my feet, adjusting my hard-on into the most comfortable position possible as she looks down to see the obvious bulge. “Have you ever even seen a man before?”
Her bright eyes turn sad and I already want to hurt someone. “Yes and no. I mean, some of the men in our family, group…whatever you call it, they like to tease us. They get drunk and show it to us then—”
Rage engulfs me like a tornado and I have to put my hand over her mouth or I’m going to go postal on every one of those fuckers in her little tribe. “Sorry, baby. You’re going to have to finish that story another time. I’m carrying a gun, and I have to make sure I’m around to take care of you. Sorry.”
I drop my hand, barely able to see straight, but I have to stay calm for her.
“It’s okay. It’s not a life like most people know.” The break in her voice tells me I may have to kill someone after all.
“Well, your life is about to change.”
She gives me a sad smile, her lips tight as she looks up at the sky. “I really should get back. Father will want me there for tonight’s performance. It’s where we get the most tips. The patrons have been drinking most of the day and they get a little freer with their money.”
I growl. The thought of anyone with their eyes on her only fuels my red rage. But tearing her away from her ‘family’ right now may be premature. I want her to believe in me and what I see for us, even if it’s going at lightning speed.
“Fine. We’ll go, but I’m staying to watch. No one is going to touch my pretty baby. No one but me.”
CHAPTER 8
KEZIA
The warmth of the fire burning behind the stage takes the chill from the air, but I still shiver as I take deep breaths. My dance finale of the evening drew more cheers and tips than usual but it feels empty to me.
Emptier than usual I should say.
Merrick is still out in the crowd. He practically threw half the men to the ground for making remarks about me or reaching out and trying to touch me as I spun and danced.
I barely know him, but my every thought is consumed like tinder in a forest fire.