Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Running his hand up her back, he couldn’t think of a single reason why he shouldn’t touch her. He’d been wanting to do this for some time, to feel her against him.
“Dwayne?”
“Tell me to stop, Charity. Tell me to fucking stop.”
She didn’t say a thing as he gripped the back of her head and tugged her down. The moment her lips touched his, Dwayne felt like he’d finally found heaven. She was so soft, and she gasped, giving him access as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Her hands gripped his shoulders.
Part of him expected her to push him away, but suddenly, she was moving closer, straddling his waist.
Putting his beer down, he held her hips as her pussy rode his cock, her fingers sinking into his hair as he held her close, refusing to back down.
Wrapping her blonde hair around his fist, he pulled her head back and started to kiss her neck. Sucking on the pulse, he nipped and kissed down to her chest. The shirt she wore was in the way. Running his hands down her back to her ribs, he slowly slid up to cup her tits, holding them as if they were a gift to be presented to him.
She moaned, especially when he took her first beaded nipple into his mouth. Her bra and shirt were in the way, but he was too impatient to wait to get her naked.
“Oh, yes,” she said, moaning as she did.
He moved onto the next nipple, doing the same to her other as he ran his hands down her body to her ass.
She cupped his face and tilted his head back, kissing him.
He felt the passion and the need inside her.
Pulling her shirt out of her jeans, he was about to pull it over her head when the buzz of his apartment door echoed through the room. They were both panting but not loud enough to ignore.
“Food is here,” he said.
“I don’t care about food.”
Her stomach growled, and he chuckled.
“I’ll feed you first.” He patted her ass, and she crawled off his lap.
Dwayne didn’t have any intention of kissing her, but once it had started, there was no way of stopping.
His dick was so hard it was almost impossible for him to move, but first he had to feed her, and then he’d see what would happen.
****
Charity’s lips tingled from Dwayne’s kiss. She watched him leave the room, and she glanced down, seeing the wet marks of his mouth against her breasts. When he’d pulled her down into his lap, she hadn’t known what to do.
Over the past few weeks, it had been getting harder to ignore these feelings that he inspired inside her. She liked him a lot and was attracted to him. That was never going to change. She knew that.
There were nights she lay awake trying to convince herself that she shouldn’t be attracted to him, or even want him.
No matter what logic she tried to think about or talk about, she couldn’t help the way she felt.
The scents of Chinese food filled the air, and her mouth watered. She couldn’t believe her stomach growled at her when she’d been more interested in what his hands were doing.
“Hungry?”
“Yes.”
She was a lot hungrier for his touch, but she didn’t say so. Sipping at her beer, she watched as he opened up cartons of food and handed her one with chopsticks. Inside the first were some prawn toasts. She didn’t even need the dipping sauce.
Taking a bite, she closed her eyes at the flavor, which was mouthwatering. Neither of them spoke as they started to enjoy their food. She couldn’t help but glance down at his lap and saw his cock was rock-hard, pressing against the front of his pants.
“You’re a little obsessed with my cock, baby,” he said.
She gasped with some food in her mouth and started to cough, choking on it. Putting a hand in front of her face, she coughed as Dwayne rubbed her back.
“You okay?”
“Yes, yes, I’m fine.” Her cheeks were on fire. There was no way she could act all seductive after that.
“I never had a woman die from embarrassment.”
“Don’t you have any filter at all?”
“Not with you, it would seem.”
“You talk about killing people as if it was a sport.”
“It is to me, Charity.” Silence fell between them, and she moved a few of the toasts around in the carton. The feel of his lips was still clear in her mind, and she also thought about his hands. He’d never hurt her. “I’m not going to pretend for you. I’m not a good guy. I saved you, yes, but that doesn’t make me a good man. You need to understand that.”
“I know.”
“You need someone better.”
She stared past his shoulder, hating how desperate she sounded. “There’s no one else that I want. Don’t try and tell me something different. I know what you are, what you do, and I still don’t care. Does that make me a bad person?”