Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 33(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
“There were no other men,” she replies, breathlessly. Her cheeks are pink, and I want to know just how far down that blush goes.
“You are a naughty girl, Zephyr. Come, let me feed you, and we’ll talk some more,” I rasp in her ear, praying for the strength to wait a little longer…
“What? You’re stopping?”
“You’ve just been in an accident,” I begin slowly.
“So? I’m better now.”
“Zephyr…” I warn my patience is non-existent at this point.
“I want this, Jefferson… I want you,” she says, putting her hands on my chest.
“I should feed you,” I reply.
“That’s not what I want or need. I need you. I can’t explain it, and I don’t want to. I just need you. Are you going to deny me the only thing I want?”
Fuck she is a little seductress. I’d do anything for her right now, and I do mean anything.
“No,” I say, pulling her ridiculous Hello Kitty pajama shirt over her head. I peel the little sports bra off of her as well. Leaning down, I lift one of her tiny tits in my hand and wrap my lips around her nipple. Fuck, she tastes like vanilla and sin.
“Jefferson, please,” she moans as I move to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
Hooking my thumbs into her pants, I pull them down along with her panties. Dragging her to my bed, I lie her down on it. I push her suitcase to the bench at the foot of the bed and remove my clothes.
“Wow,” she murmurs, running her hands over my tats.
“I was just thinking the same damn thing.” I grab my cock and jerk it while looking down at her. I watch in awe as she runs her hand down her flat stomach to her pussy. She runs her fingers over her clit, and I groan at the sight. “Fuck,” I say, grabbing her wrist and moving her hand. “This is my pussy now.” Getting down on my knees, I bury my face in her cunt and suck on her clit and her pussy lips. Gently, I add a finger to stretch her a bit. When she comes, I move up her body. She wraps her legs around my waist. Leaning down, I kiss her as I fill her, breaking her cherry. My only thought is breeding her. I should be gentle, I know what she’s just been through, but I can’t make myself slow down.
In and out, I move. She meets me thrust for thrust. She was made for me in every fucking way.
five
ZEPHYR
ONE WEEK LATER
We’ve been married for four whole days, and I don’t think we’ve gotten out of bed other than to shower and eat. It’s been glorious. I’ve yet to meet Jefferson’s mother, but that’s happening tonight. I don’t even have nice clothes to wear, though he’s assured me that she won’t care. I shudder at the thought. I am wearing my own jeans, but I had no clean shirts, so I am wearing one of his PSVFD tees tied at the waist. I look like a slob, but he assures me I look great. I don’t see it. My face is healing pretty good, but my neck and top of my chest still look like a war zone. There’s nothing I can do about it right now anyway. Good thing Jefferson is driving me home next week to get my stuff. He also wants to meet my parents, who have been uncharacteristically cool about this whole thing. I’m still wondering what he said to them while I was in the hospital. I’ve called my mom daily, but she insists on giving me my space. That has never happened before.
“Are you sure we have to go?” I ask, very much aware of why I am so nervous.
“Yes,” he says. “But I promise you it will be okay. She’s going to love you because I do, but she’ll love you anyway.” It’s just in my nature to worry about things, even things that I cannot change.
“I’ve never met someone’s mom before. Not even friends, mostly because I didn’t have any.”
“You have no idea how much I just want to wrap you in my arms and protect you forever, luscious girl. No idea.”
“Show me,” I demand, moving into his arms. I need his lips on mine. I want him inside of me, making me his.
“Later,” he warns, but that’s not good enough for me. I want him now. He’s created a monster, and I don’t think he cares. I know that I don’t. I pull my jeans open and shimmy out of them. “Zephyr.” His growly voice goes all through me straight to my pussy. It’s already sopping wet for him. To be fair, it pretty much stays that way. All it takes is a single look from him, and I am looking for ways to climb him like a tree. I pull his tee-shirt over my head, trying to entice him as I stand in front of him in just my white bra and panties. I can see the moment he decides this is better. This is what we both want and need. “Fuck it,” he says, making me grin.