Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Make me feel good,” she whimpers, taking my hand and guiding it to her covered mound. A downward glance reveals how wet she’s already become, and I touch my fingers to the growing dampness. Her frustrated groan threatens to break my self-control. All I see in my head is me mindlessly rutting her, driving her into the mattress, using her body for my release.
Instead, I’m careful to remove the lacy thong without scratching her bruised thigh, even though her quickened breath signals how desperate she is for more. She’s too precious to take advantage of, which is what I’d be doing if I spread her legs wide and devoured her dripping pussy. I don’t know if I’d be able to contain the beast if I started out that way.
So instead, I work her clit in slow circles with my thumb, watching her every move. Every muscle twitch, every lip bite. Her taut nipples stand out against a thin T-shirt, and I tease them with the other hand until she arches her back with a pitiful cry.
“You’re killing me…”
No, she’s killing me. Her slow descent into bliss is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever watched. That this perfect creature could trust me with her body, with all of her. It’s almost too much to handle and enough to make me want to stop thinking, to take, to claim, but that would be too easy. I fight my way through it, easing her into pleasure even when my cock aches to be free.
“Is my little bird ready to come? Does she want to come for me?”
“Yes, please!” She grips the pillow, hands on either side of her head, her face flushed and teeth gritted.
I quicken my pace, my thumb gliding over the bundle of nerves slick with her juices. The wet spot grows under her ass, and the aroma of her need fills my every breath. Breath that comes faster, the way hers does, and by the time she comes, we’re both panting and straining.
This isn’t enough. I can’t stop at watching her hole pulse. I have to feel it pulsing around me.
Her eyes open as I’m tossing my shirt aside, and the slow curving of her full lips sends sizzling bolts of fire straight to my throbbing member. It sways slightly once I’ve freed it, the angry head shining and slick with the excitement that oozes from the tip. She welcomes me with open arms, winding her legs around my hips and drawing me closer.
I can’t speak and can’t promise I’ll be gentle; all my concentration is centered on taking it slow. The welcome grip of her fluttering cunt is bliss, enveloping me, drawing me deeper until I’ve sunk in to the hilt. “Fuck,” I groan, letting out a deep sigh while staring down at her.
Her satisfied smile widens. “Just like that,” she whispers. “Slow. I want to feel every inch.”
That’s how I give it to her. Achingly slow, grinding against her clit with every roll of my hips. She moans into my mouth while I kiss her slowly. Deeply. My tongue mimics each stroke from my cock, dipping in and out until we’re both half-crazed and about to explode.
And when she clenches around me, I let go, my aching balls releasing deep inside her core while she moans my name. “Callum… Callum…”
My Bianca. My everything wrapped around me, clutching me. Body and soul, she’s mine… and I’m hers.
I’m starting to forget where she ends and I begin.
I only know as I roll onto my side and draw her into my arms that I’d burn the world down if it meant saving her.
BIANCA
Something is wrong.
Not that Tatum would admit it, sitting across from me at a burger place near the movie theater where we just caught a matinee. It’s an example of one of the things I like most about her. She might have a billionaire for a father, but she’s still a regular girl who likes the smell of movie theater popcorn and will slum it in restaurants I would’ve considered fancy back when I was a kid.
Her tastes haven’t changed… but something about her has. I know better than to come out and ask her point-blank what the deal is. Not that she would lie, but she’s never liked being questioned.
As close as we are, I’ve always had a feeling there are things she hides. She doesn’t trust anybody with all of her, not even me.
I guess she gets that from her father, who still keeps secrets between us. I mean, it’s not like we’ve been together for a long time, and I don’t expect him to be an open book. But there are moments when I can feel a wall coming down between us, and I know I shouldn’t push much further unless I want to start another war. He has his boundaries, and so does she.