Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go before the ice melts,” Dad teases as he grabs his keys, shaking hands with Austin, and the three of them make their way out the door. And then we’re alone.
“Now, Shortcake, it’s time for me to devour your sweet pussy,” he murmurs in my ear, sending heat traveling all the way to my toes.
“You’re going to kiss me with that dirty mouth?” I quip, spinning in his arms.
“I’m going to do so much more than kiss you.” He smirks, lifting me by my ass.
I wrap my legs around him as he walks us into his bedroom. I’m already wet and needy when he slides my tights and panties down my legs.
“You’re so beautiful, Shortcake.” The words he tells me every day send my heart soaring.
“And you’re so handsome, Doctor.” I wink down as he leans in between my legs.
His lips give feather soft kisses from my ankles to my knees. He moves slow, torturously slow. My body bows off the bed and I fist the sheet.
“Quit taunting me,” I tell him. All I get in response is a chuckle.
His mouth is warm as he moves higher, just missing my drenched core. “You know,” he says between kisses, “I could lick”—kiss—“devour”—kiss—“and play with you all day.” Another kiss, but this time, he draws the sensitive skin of my inner thigh into his mouth, sucking on it until I’m sure he leaves a bruise.
He continues the same way to the other thigh and I’m ready to explode when he gently strokes my pussy with two fingers, up and down my slit, causing me to shudder and my legs to tremble.
“Because,” he says, blowing cool air on my core. “I love watching you come apart for me, Shortcake.” His words are husky and low. Then, before I have time to respond, or think of anything more, his mouth lands on my slit, sucking my clit into his mouth, and I’m unraveling like a ball of string. My cries are loud and I’m thankful that Chels isn’t here because I’m sure the neighbors can hear me.
My eyes roll back as he dips two fingers inside me, pumping them in and out. Another orgasm so fierce hits me that I’m certain I’m about to pass out. He doesn’t relent. I’ve drenched his mouth, face, tongue, and I can’t stop chanting his name.
“That’s my sweetness,” he utters with reverence.
I’m still coming down from the high when he rises and I notice he’s already naked. He settles himself over me, between my thighs, and nudges my entrance. Easily, my slick heat accepts him and I wrap myself around him like I’m trying to climb into him. As if we’re about to become one person.
“Austin.” His name on my lips is pure pleasure as he moves with me. Our bodies are synced as always. His cock plunges into my depths and I claw at his back, pulling him deeper. “More, please,” I cry out as the crown of his dick hits that spot and I see stars.
“Yes, baby, come for me,” he growls, and I do.
I fly apart around him, pulsing and sucking him into my body. I’m needy. I want all of him. Always. Forever.
“I love you, Austin,” I whisper into his ear.
His eyes meet mine and they crinkle when he smiles. “And I love you, Lily.”
His Temptation
A Taboo Novella
Forgive me Father…
Reid
It’s been one of those days.
The collar is tight.
The church is stifling. The only thing I long for is time outdoors. Fresh air without the memory of her. She walked into the confessional again this morning. Her voice so gentle, sweet, wholesome. I recognized the tone at once; even though confession is anonymous, I knew it was her.
Sage King.
One of the most popular eighteen-year-old girls in this modest community. Trinity is one of those scenic harbor towns. When the rector asked if I wanted to move to Canada, I accepted. I’d needed to leave the US, and this was the ideal opportunity.
Eight months ago, I packed a suitcase and strode out of the small log cabin I called home and never looked back. When I turned twenty-five, I didn’t expect my life to take the direction it did, but now, at thirty, I’m married. Not to the woman I loved. To God.
Only, I’ve had a wandering mind. It goes places it shouldn’t. I’m sitting in my office, preparing a sermon for Sunday’s mass, and the only thing on my mind is that young woman.
Her long, dark hair, sleek, straight, and glossy. The color reminds me of gingerbread, the length perfect for wrapping around my fist. Her big, brown eyes innocent, although sinful. Her mouth. Fuck. I can’t think about her lips without my dick straining against the black slacks I wear every day.
Dropping the pen, I sit back, shutting my eyes, remembering the confession this morning.