Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35349 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“Shit.”
“Yeah. Rose had said it was an accident. My parents believed it was.”
“You don’t.”
“It wasn’t an accident. I know that now,” she said.
“How?”
“Because she told me to have fun dancing after she dropped it. It’s like she knew she’d just ruined my life.” She shrugged, but he saw the tears in her eyes and it pissed him off. He wanted to fucking kill her sister.
Reading about it and now seeing the pure devastation on her face, he felt sick to his stomach with murderous rage.
“My parents always told me I had one sister and that I had to love my family.”
“Even when that family is a nasty fucking bitch?”
“Even then.” She let out a chuckle. “I can’t dance. I can’t wear heels either. Sometimes if I’m not careful and I twist, the pain is so intense I collapse.”
“I just wanted you to have fun.”
“Can I give you a tip?” she asked.
“Sure.”
“I don’t like fighting or the sound of breaking bone.” She pointed at her ankle. “It kind of reminds me of that day. It hurts like hell.”
“I get it. No fighting for you.”
“No more fighting. I thought I was going to be sick tonight.”
He kept the peas on the foot and ran his hands up and down her thigh. His movements were slow, giving her a chance to ignore the pain and to start feeling the pleasure of his touch.
The dress she wore felt so incredibly soft.
“I know what you’re doing.”
“So relax and enjoy it.”
“It’s impossible to relax with you touching me like that.”
He moved her dress up her thighs, teasing up the inside of her legs, stroking her, taking his time. He didn’t touch her pussy, but he knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. The way the dress fell on her, it would be next to impossible to wear them without them showing.
She let out a gasp as he moved back up, getting just a little closer before pulling away, and not even touching her.
“You’re doing this on purpose!”
“I’m not. I’m just enjoying you, baby.” He did it again and again, not touching her, but he knew she wanted his touch. “Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I want.”
“Then tell me.”
“I want your hand on my pussy.”
He placed his hand on her pussy exactly how she asked.
“Please, Damon. Touch me.”
“You want me to play with this wet cunt?”
She groaned. “Why do you have to say dirty things?”
“Because you love it.” He slid his fingers between her slit, teasing across her clit before moving down to finger her entrance. Lifting the dress out of the way so that it was at her hips, he lifted one of her legs to rest on the sofa behind his head, and the other on his lap, still with the peas.
With her legs spread, he got to see her beautiful pussy with her lips open, showing off her clit and hole.
He slid two fingers inside her tight heat, stretching her open. Pressing his thumb against her clit, he moved it from side to side, feeling her cunt squeeze him as he played with her.
Watching her with her head flung back, legs wide, and pussy dripping wet, he felt an answering pull as his cock started to swell. He wanted inside her, fucking her, taking her, making her his.
“You feel so good,” he said.
“Please, Damon.”
“What is it?” he asked.
“I want your cock inside me. I need to feel you in deep.”
He moved her foot out of the way, being careful not to hurt her. Pulling his cock out, he helped her move over him so that she straddled his waist. He lifted the dress up and over her head, quickly unlatching the catch at the back of her bra so her tits fell free. He felt like a randy boy, trying to get her naked for him.
With her entrance at his tip, he slowly lowered her over his dick, taking his time as she took him, inch by glorious fucking inch until he was seated to the hilt inside her.
They both moaned, and he ran his hands down her back, gripping her ass. He didn’t want her to move. He wanted to just bask in the pleasure of her tight heat wrapped around his length as he filled her.
Drawing her close, he rested his head against her tits, kissing those tight buds.
Running his hands up and down her back, he marveled at this woman. She was all woman. All his.
He wasn’t letting her go. Not for a second.
Gripping her hips, he began to show her exactly how to ride his cock, how to take him, how to let him fill her pussy, and make them both moan and ache.
She whimpered, her hands going to his shoulders, holding onto him as he filled her. Each time he slammed in deep, she tightened around him. Sliding one of his hands up into her hair, he gripped the back of her head, holding her to him as he ravished her lips.