Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Never?”
“Never.”
She’s so open and honest with me. It’s only fair I give her some honesty of my own. “I don’t know that you can touch me and me not make a mess of us.”
“Just from my touch?”
“Your touch.”
“Can we do that? I want to watch you.”
“Fuck.”
“Please? Just like that night in my room, only this time I get to help, and so do you.”
“Are you sure this is what you want, baby girl?” I want this, want her more than my next fucking breath, but I need clear consent from her. It’s important with the way this is happening between us that I have at least that.
“I want you. I want this. I want us. I’m sober, and I’m of sound mind and body.” She chuckles. “If you are anything, Roman, be certain that you are what I want.”
“I want you.”
That’s all the encouragement she needs. She grips my cock and strokes me gently.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, baby.”
“The piercing? Does it hurt?”
“No. It’s meant for pleasure. Mine and yours.”
I feel her body shiver.
“We’ll work our way up to that.”
She’s fucking killing me with her innocence. It’s a stark reminder of our age difference. She’s going to be twenty next week, and an adult, but still ten years my junior. That should make me want to stop, but I don’t feel that gap between us. I haven’t for a while now.
“Where are you going?” I ask when she releases me from her grip and moves away.
“I need the light. I don’t want to miss this.”
All I can do is shake my head and smile, because this woman is impossible to say no to. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”
She grins. It’s one of triumph and mischief, and she scoots down the bed and grips my cock. She strokes me a few times before tentatively leaning forward and swiping her tongue across the tip.
I fist the sheets at my sides, because the alternative is to grip her hair in my fist, and she’s not there yet. She’s learning and exploring, and I’m the lucky bastard who gets to be the test subject.
“It really doesn’t hurt?”
“No.” I take my hand and place it over hers, showing her she can grip me harder. Pump me faster. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“Why is that so hot?” she asks, watching our joined hands.
I don’t bother answering, because I don’t have an answer. Normally, that would turn me on, but not to the point where I feel like I’m ready to explode. It’s Emerson and her effect on me. There is no other explanation.
“I’m close.” The words are gritty, like sandpaper on my tongue.
“Oh, I guess I should do this then.” She pushes my hand away, leans over, and takes me into her mouth.
To the back of her throat.
My back arches off the bed, and I tear at the sheets from how fucking good her mouth feels wrapped around my cock. She releases me with an audible pop, and green eyes stare up at me.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Baby girl,” I say huskily. “There is nothing you can do to me that’s wrong. Do what feels right to you. Just be ready for me to push you away. I’m close.”
“Already?”
“That’s what you do to me.”
She grins. “Don’t push me away.”
“What?” I croak.
“You heard me. I want to taste you on my tongue.” With that, she lowers her head and takes me back into her mouth.
I fight my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I refuse to miss a moment of this. Not a minute later, I’m calling out to her. “Em… baby. I’m cl—close.”
She hums around my cock, and I lose it. I spill down her throat. She laps at me as if I’m the best thing she’s ever had in her mouth. I’m licked clean before she releases me.
“On your back.” I’m panting, and my cock is still hard. “My turn.”
The smile she gives me is one I will never forget. There are so many emotions, but she’s happy. She’s truly happy to be here with me like this. She wants me, and this growing, living thing between us. I make a silent vow to make her smile like this every damn day.
Once she’s settled on her back, I move between her thighs. “Is this okay?”
“Stop asking. I want this with you, Roman.” She reaches out and runs her fingers through my hair. “I want all of my firsts with you.”
And your last. “Grip my hair, pull, do whatever you have to do. Lock your legs around my head. I don’t care. Just hold on and enjoy the ride.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Baby girl, there is nothing in this moment you could do that would hurt me. The harder you tug, the tighter your thighs grip my head, the more I know you’re enjoying what I’m doing. If I do something you don’t like, you tell me. I’ll stop.”