Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Okay,” she chirps.
She carefully puts one foot on the top step, then the other.
Then my mind turns to nothing but mush and static. Because, god-fucking-dammit, she’s not wearing any panties.
No. Fucking. Panties.
In the glare of the flashlight, I see her pink skin, her slit, the fucking honeyhole that winks at me with each step she takes.
When she gets close, I drop the flashlight.
“Oh, are you–Oh!” She yelps when I grab her and turn her so she’s facing me. Her pussy is right in front of me, the only thing separating us the fabric of her skirt. “Rowan?”
“Bunny, you aren’t wearing panties.”
She puts her hands to her face. “Oh, you saw?”
“I saw.” I don’t even recognize my voice. It’s guttural, edged in broken glass.
“Well, I, um, I…”
I grip her skirt and lift it.
She gasps.
I still when her pussy is revealed, her perfect mound right in front of me. Leaning closer, I press my nose to it and inhale.
My cock is so hard I think it might explode, and no thought whispers in my mind. All I can see, hear, smell–is her. Her and her delicious cunt.
I press my lips to her mound, kissing it, then going lower and darting my tongue between her folds.
She jolts.
I grab one of her thighs and spread her, her cunt opening for me. I groan as I lick her as far back as I can reach and run my tongue along her flesh, stopping on the nub at the front.
“Rowan!” She grips my hair.
I take her other thigh and rest both of them over my shoulders, and then I dig in. I can’t fucking stop myself. Can’t do anything except devour her. I plunge my tongue inside her wet pussy, sucking and licking and swallowing her wetness. She tastes like musky sweetness, a perfect honey on my tongue as I eat her out.
She moves her hips, her clit grinding against me as I press my tongue inside her again and again, tasting more of her sweetness and needing still more. When I pull out and focus on her clit, her thighs start to shake, her fingers yanking on my hair as she wraps tighter and tighter.
“Rowan!” she cries, her hips freezing.
I rub the broad side of my tongue against her clit faster and faster. And when I slide a finger inside her slick cunt, she cries out. My name is on her lips as she comes, as I lick up every bit of her juice and swallow it down, silently begging her for more. I can’t stop sucking her pink flesh, tasting and licking until I’m drunk on her.
“Rowan.” She presses her thighs against my head. “I can’t. I can’t. Please.” She squirms.
Unwillingly, I relinquish my prize and pull back.
“That was… That was so–”
“Delicious,” I finish for her and press another kiss to her soft mound.
I lower her to the ground, her round eyes staring up at me in the dark. “Let’s get to dinner.”
She blinks, batting her lashes. “Was that my punishment for earlier?” she asks.
I smirk and pull her to me. “No, that was my reward for not killing that guy at the hardware store.”
14
CHARLIE
I know Rowan needs to eat, but I don’t love the idea that the taste of me is likely gone from his lips. I suppose I can put it back later. It might be fun to sneak off to his room in the middle of the night. Why does the idea of sneaking around sound so fun?
There are so many small things I missed out on when it came to my childhood: friends, boys, experiences. Honestly, I’m a bit surprised Grams had been so down with sending me off to boarding school and then college. It’s really out of character for her.
Grams is more a free spirit, but she must have her heart set on me getting a degree. I might not be so opposed to the idea if it wasn’t forced on me. If I hadn't been caged away for so long. Now all I want to do is break free. For all I know, if I got a real taste of life, I might return to college one day.
I’ve only been with Grams and Rowan a short time, and I already have a sense of being stronger. Both of them are pulling me back to the surface. I’ve retreated so much and isolated myself. It’s been a way of getting by in school. One would think that after going to boarding school, I’d be better with people, but they made me feel odd. I quickly realized that I didn’t fit in with the girls there. So instead of continuously trying to make friends, I learned it was easier to keep to myself.
Rowan doesn’t make me feel that way. I think he likes me. Like genuinely likes me. I mean, he did give me a term of endearment. I really need to think of one for him, but nothing has come to mind yet.