Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
For a way to keep herself from floating away.
I could feel her anxiety, too. Nerves rattling her to the bone as she shivered and shook, right as my name dropped like a plea from her delicious mouth. “River.”
“I’ve got you, Charleigh. I’ve got you.”
“Please.”
“I’ve got nothing but pleasure in store for you.”
Her hands on my head urged me forward, and I let my lips press to the curve of her jaw as I inhaled.
Cinnamon and clove.
Might as well have been taking a deep, sating drink.
Except I didn’t think I could ever get close enough. Didn’t think I could ever get enough.
I let my mouth wander down the slope of her neck, lips barely suckling as I edged downward.
On a wispy sigh, Charleigh tipped her chin back, granting me better access. My palms slid up, moving from her thighs to circle her waist. My mouth kept progressing south, devouring all the flesh I could get to as I moved over the exposed skin on her chest.
“You nervous?” I rumbled as my lips caressed down to the scooped neckline of her tank, kissing over the thrashing of her heart and dipping just below the fabric to inhale the sweet skin of her cleavage.
Her nod was erratic. “A little. But I want you more than the fear.”
“I would never hurt you.” The promise dropped out of me without permission, and I prayed to fuck that I wouldn’t. That I could see her through this without dragging her into the depraved depths of who I was.
“I know.” It was a wheeze as she arched forward, baring more of herself, her fingers tugging at my hair.
Hard enough that it pricked.
And fuck. I liked it. This girl clamoring for what she wanted.
“If it’s good with you, I’m going to take your shirt off because I’m goin’ to need to see these pretty tits.” Had been dreaming of them since that first night, when she’d been panting on my chair, just like she was doing now.
Body quivering in a need that had taken her whole.
“I think I’m good with anything. I trust you. I trust you.” It whooshed from her mouth, and fuck, my chest squeezed tight.
With greed.
With lust.
With that thing that was so much bigger than just the want. This compulsion. This overwhelming reaction she elicited in me.
Like the girl was wielding magic.
Making me dream of things that were never meant for me.
But for a little while, I was going to pretend I could be every fucking thing she needed.
My fingers slipped under the hem of her tank, and I eased back and slowly peeled it up.
Chills lifted in its wake, and her hair tumbled around her shoulders as I tugged it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
She heaved a breath as she sat there staring at me.
Vulnerable and bared.
Most stunning creature I’d ever seen.
She had on a pink, satiny bra, the cups pushing up her small tits.
“Fuck me. You’re a vision, Charleigh. A fuckin’ fantasy that I don’t ever want to stop dreaming.”
I circled my thumb over her left breast, right over her satin-covered nipple.
She gasped and arched. “River.”
“Look at you, already imploring, and I’ve barely begun. Going to make you feel so good, Little Runner, so good that every time this needy little pussy starts throbbing, you’re always going to come running back to me.”
Fuck. I kept saying things I shouldn’t. But they poured out like a well that could no longer contain life-giving water.
I tugged the left cup down and exposed her nipple that was just as pink as her bra. Puckered and pebbled and peaked.
Begging for attention.
I leaned in and nipped it with my teeth before I curled my lips around it, giving it a suck.
Charleigh rasped an incoherent rush of words, and her hips jutted from the couch.
Yeah. Her pussy was begging for attention, too.
I suckled and licked while I pulled the opposite cup down and pinched that nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it as I rolled the other with my tongue.
Her fingers were yanking at my hair to the point of pain, and fuck, I liked it. Liked her trying to claw her way to get close to me. The zings that were ripping down the back of my skull and shooting straight to my dick.
Her hands moved, nails raking down my back and fisting in the fabric of my tee, struggling to drag it up.
A rough chuckle skated free as I edged back a fraction. “You wanna take a look at me, Little Runner?”
She gave me an erratic nod, that mesmerizing gaze doing wild, wild things. “Yes. I want to see you.”
“All yours, gorgeous.”
Was pretty sure it was true. I was all hers. This girl could ask anything of me, and I’d give it to her.
She pulled up the tee, and I helped her by winding out of it, and she nudged me back by the shoulders until I was hovering two feet away from her.