His Ward Read online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Funny, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
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The line had faded some. Even in the pictures she’d seen from days after to a couple of weeks after the accident, she’d not found it repulsive.

The world though, couldn’t handle this kind of realness.

Luca was real.

He was whole.

He stood right in front of her, and she saw the yearning in his eyes.

Eighteen years separated them, but they were alike in so many ways.

Going to her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his.

One of his hands went to her hips while the other cupped the back of her head. She gripped his shirt, closing her eyes and losing herself in the kiss.

His lips were firm, and as she ran her tongue across them, he opened up. She met his tongue halfway, tasting the coffee on his breath.

He made really bad coffee. She’d have to remember to do that for him.

Stepping away, she smiled at him.

“All you’ve got to do is take, Luca. I’m not calling anyone, nor am I going anywhere. I’m yours for the taking.” She forced herself to step away. Turning on her heel, she walked back toward the house.

All she wanted to do was look back to see if he was watching her.

She kept on walking.

Once inside the house, she allowed herself to hope. She’d expected him to call someone to come and collect her, and he’d not done that.

She wasn’t going back to boarding school, nor was that blonde witch coming for her. They could have some fun, if he only saw past his own moral dilemma. She wasn’t a little girl. She hadn’t been for a really long time, and she never would be.

Chapter Six

Sitting at the dining room table the following day, Luca was very much aware of Mavis. She wasn’t wearing jeans anymore, and the clothes she wore seemed to be getting either smaller or tighter or a combination of the two. She sat opposite him at the table, twirling her hair.

She’d opted to leave it down as she worked, her pen going across the page. She leaned forward and the dress gaped open, and he stared at her large tits. He’d not spoken to her since her revelation. Work had come first, and by the time he finished with the problem, night had already fallen, and he didn’t want to wake her up.

What was he to say?

The good part of his brain was telling him to fucking run because she deserved someone better. Someone who wasn’t scarred and didn’t hate the world. Then he had the bad part that was ordering him to take her, to make her addicted to him, and he was struggling between the two.

No, that was a lie. He wasn’t struggling at all.

He wanted her.

She released a sigh and put the pen down. She rubbed at her hand, and he didn’t like the thought of her being in pain.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

“Fine.”

“You can do all of this work on a computer,” he said.

“And when computers finally crash and no one knows how to use a pen and paper anymore, we’re all doomed.”

“You’re a little young to hate technology.”

“Not really. I guess I just like what I do.” She shrugged. “And it’s fun to make the teachers work to grade my work.” She held the books up. “I don’t trust computers as they could have some kind of software that helps teachers grade.”

He burst out laughing. “You’re crazy.”

“Nah, just bored.” She pushed her schoolwork to one side. “Are you going to pretend that nothing is going on between us, or do you need me to climb onto this table and show you that I don’t have an issue with what is going on between us?”

He pressed his hands together, watching her. “Are you doing these things now to surprise me?”

“No. I’m generally curious. If I shock you even just a little bit, that’s kind of cool.” Her eyes sparkled with laughter.

She stood up, and he watched as she walked toward him. The dress she wore skimmed mid-thigh. Her thighs were nice, full, and the kind he wanted wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard.

“Do you think about me when I’m not with you?” she asked.

“Mavis.”

“Why fight it? Why fight this?”

He leaned back, staring at her.

He took her hand, locking their fingers together. She was so much smaller than he was.

Pulling her in front of him, he moved her so that she sat on the edge of the table. Letting go of her hand, he placed his on her thighs and spread her legs wide.

She wasn’t wearing any panties, and his dick liked that.

It began pressing against the front of his jeans, and he licked his lips. Slowly running his hands up her thighs, he moved the dress out of his way and stared down at her pretty, wet pussy.

He didn’t touch her, just looked at how wet and perfect she was. Her clit was already swollen.


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