Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I want to melt into her, hold her, and claim her entire body.
“Because later, when I’m not with you, I want to be able to look at them.”
“Just look?” she says shyly, her gaze flitting to the floor.
But then she turns it back to me. Her full body glistens with sweat under the studio lights, the redness in her cheeks seeming brighter, more vivid.
“No,” I snarl. “I’m going to touch myself.”
Her eyes widen. “You do want me.”
“Yes,” I snap as Lola’s name echoes somewhere dimly inside of me, forgotten for now.
What sort of father does that make me?
But Faye is too close, her scent too powerful, her everything too tempting.
“You’re beautiful, Faye. It’s been difficult working so closely with you. Every second, I’ve wanted to strip your clothes off, to kiss you and take you.”
“Take me?”
I smirk, stepping forward. “Are you really so innocent, eh? Okay, let me state it plainly. I want to drive my rock-hard dick into your tight soaked slit. Is that clear enough for you?”
She nods up and down, so close I can feel the heat of her. “Do you mean it?”
“I mean it,” I growl.
“But…,” she takes a shaking step back. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can have naked photos of me out there.”
“I understand,” I say, nodding. “I’ve pushed this too far already. You probably need time to think.”
About Lola. About this betrayal.
“Well,” she murmurs.
“Well?”
She shrugs, twisting hair around her finger, looking so youthful and curvy and sexy I’m leaking even more precome, my pants as slick with it as her panties are with her desire.
“I don’t want photos. But what you said about, um, what you’d do with the photos….”
“Yeah?”
My hand twitches, telling me to grab my cock as I stare at her.
“Maybe we could do that… without the camera? I mean, if you want it. I want to…help if I can.”
It takes me a moment to realize what my woman’s hinting at.
She’s saying she’s going to pose naked for me as I stroke my hand up and down my fat, heaving dick.
“Yeah,” I snarl, turning off my camera and gently placing it on the floor. “Let’s do that. Fuck. Take off your clothes, Faye.”
“Just….”
“What?” I snap when her hand pauses on her bra.
My mouth is actually watering. I need to feast on the wetness between her legs.
“Do you really think I’m pretty?” she asks. “This is real. Not a trick or a joke or something.”
“It’s real,” I growl. “Do you want to see?”
Her eyes widen, endearingly volatile like she’s constantly existing between giving in to her want and doubting it.
“S-see?” she stammers.
I smirk. “You know what I’m saying.”
She nods. “Then yes. I want to. Oh, Felix.”
It’s the oh which gets me, which makes it impossible to keep this charade going, standing over here like her body isn’t right fucking there, tempting me.
Surging forward, I wrap my arms around her, finally giving in to the urge to squeeze down on her hips.
She gasps as I pull her toward me.
My hands slide around to her ass. I indulgently start massaging her as I guide my lips to hers.
I expect there to be some hesitation when I kiss her, but she must be as filled with this possessive fire as I am. She moans through the closeness of our lips, her hands rising to my shoulders. She digs her fingernails in as I groan, pushing closer, driving my manhood against her belly.
She whimpers when I push her cheeks together.
I could indulge in massaging these for hours endlessly, rubbing her, pleasing her, and making her whimper in that hot-as-fuck way. She moves her hands down my arms, gripping on, squeezing so hard I can feel her fingernails going through the fabric of my shirt into my firm muscles.
“Oh my God,” she gasps, breaking off the kiss. “Felix….”
“You taste so fucking perfect,” I growl, kissing her again.
She squeals and giggles through the kiss – our teeth clicking in the chaotic passion as I lift her off her feet.
Her legs wrap around me as though driven by instinct, which makes sense.
That’s all we are now, stripped of our ability to think clearly, stripped of any doubt…though we both know, deep down, there should be doubt.
We both know what we’re risking by letting ourselves go like this.
That isn’t true, and I realize it a moment later.
I know what I’m risking because I understand what this is, and where this leads.
To our happily ever forever.
But what if she thinks this is just a fling, a casual encounter?
Not what if.
That’s almost a guarantee compared with her thinking what I am.
But the kiss is all that matters. The texture of her lips, the moaning sound she makes as our tongues find each other.
She digs her fingernails even firmer into my arms, and then the unthinkable happens.
Lola’s voice comes to us from the next room, echoing through the warehouse. “Dad? Faye?”