Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 20081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I grab his hands and pull them up my body until he’s cupping both my breasts in his hands. It’s my turn to moan when he squeezes their weight and flicks a finger across my hard tips. The garage doors are open. Anyone on the street would be able to see us, know what we’re doing, but I don’t care.
“Tate,” I groan as he thrust his hips against me. His cock is hard, and I push back against him.
He lets me go in an instant, and I moan in displeasure until I see him hurriedly lowering the garage doors and locking them. I don’t wait. I take off every stitch of clothing, and I’m glad I did when he turns around and I see the surprise and desire on his face when he sees my naked body.
He’s on me in an instant. “Fuck, baby. I couldn’t sleep last night for thinking about you like this...”
He’s touching me everywhere, his hard, callused hands stroking my body everywhere except where I need it. I pull his hand between my legs. “What were you thinking about... tell me,” I ask, wanting to hear him put it into words.
His fingers go through my slick folds, and the moisture coats his finger. I’m wet... embarrassingly so but that’s how much I want him.
He strokes back and forth. “I pictured you just like this... your naked beautiful body, moaning my name. I thought about how I wanted to take you... impale you on my dick until you forgot about any other man that’s touched you...”
“No...” I groan when he pushes his long, thick finger inside me. “You’re the only one.”
He freezes, but my body has a mind of its own, and I rock back and forth on his hand. I’m so close... I need to come.
“Baby... Lake... stop...” he says.
I shake my head, not stopping. “Please don’t stop, I need to come,” I plead with him.
He crushes my lips with his, and his tongue mimics the movements of his finger. He’s pushing in and out of my body and then pulsating his thumb over my swollen clit. I come in an instant, hollering his name, gripping my nails into his forearms to hold on.
He doesn’t stop until I’m completely satisfied and softly whimpering in his arms.
Tate
She comes with my name on her lips. That should be enough to last me for a lifetime, but it’s not. I told myself I could take what she’s willing to give and let her go. One night and that would be enough. But I already know I’m lying to myself. I’m a damn fool. She came apart in my arms, and already I’m trying to figure out how I can keep her.
If she knew the thoughts I’m having in my head right now, she’d run. Because I’m picturing her with my ring on her finger, her belly swollen where I’ve bred her, and her by my side always.
“Lake... baby...” I lift her into my arms and walk through the garage. Her head’s on my shoulder, and she’s limp in my arms.
I walk into my office and sit down at my chair with her in my lap. Her pussy is spread out, fitted right over my cock. The rough denim is between us, but it doesn’t seem to faze her, because even now, after she’s already come, she’s seeking me out, pushing her hot pussy against my cock.
I cup her face, push her hair out of her eyes, and force her to look at me. “Are you a virgin?”
She blinks. Her eyes are bright, and her face shows that she was just well loved. “Yes.”
I wrap my hand around her neck and remind myself not to hurt her, but the emotion that rocks through me when she tells me yes is enough to pummel me.
She deserves better than me... better than this. She doesn’t need to lose her virginity in my dirty shop... with a redneck like me. If I was a better man, I would put a stop to this. The struggle is real. I put my forehead against hers. “I should get you dressed and send you out of here.”
She doesn’t like what I’m saying. Her legs are dangling at my sides, and she hooks them around my legs, scooting forward until her thighs are like a vise around me. I almost come in my pants.
She reaches between us and undoes the button on my jeans. She scoots back just enough to get the zipper down and then she reaches in and pulls my angry looking cock from my pants. It’s standing up, thick and erect between us. There’s already a bead of cum at my tip, and she smooths it over my bulbous head. My hips jerk.
“You want me to stop?” she asks.
“No,” I tell her in a strangled voice. Sweat drips from my brow. I could come with her petite little hands on me as she strokes up and down, but I’m not going to. Just like I didn’t let myself come last night. The next time I do, it’s going to be buried deep between her thighs.