Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
We entered the apartment and I put Georgie down for a nap in the guest room. We could convert it to a nursery later.
“Don’t worry,” I said roughly. “I have a housekeeper who can keep an eye on him as he sleeps.”
Alison nodded and trailed behind me, ghosting between rooms as if afraid of what else I was going to say. Finally, I spun on my heels and confronted her.
“So?” I demanded harshly.
She trembled like a wildflower in a heavy gust of wind. She was alluring, even more beautiful with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t know,” she said softly, looking down. “I understand if you don’t want to live together. People are going to talk. Robert Woodson is a powerful man, and people are going to figure out that we’re siblings.”
It’s true, my stepdad was a man of some prominence. He’d had a failed campaign for U.S. Senator about twenty years back, and even now was still active on the charity circuit, regularly attending high society events.
“Why didn’t you say anything two years ago?” I demanded. “Why did you just take off without a word?”
“I didn’t know!” she protested. “Your last name isn’t Woodson, so I didn’t put two and two together until I saw the wedding invite with your parents’ name on it. Plus, I was so afraid of what you were going to say …” she continued in a small voice.
“How would you know what I’d say? Or what I’d want?” I growled. I was really pissed. My wildflower had run off without even bothering to discuss the issue with me. Instead of working through the situation as a team, she’d fled without so much as a goodbye. I could feel so much anger boiling inside that I lashed out at her without thinking.
CRACK! Went the palm of my hand. Disbelieving, she raised her hand to her cheek, unconsciously tracing where I’d slapped her. I could see the imprints of my fingers against her face, a burning red against her fair skin.
She fell to her knees, but I wasn’t done with her yet. The slap had inflamed me even more, and I jerked her to her feet, dragging her to the bedroom. She trailed limply behind me, and growling with frustration, I lifted her in my arms, dumping her on the bedspread.
She looked so vulnerable, her petite frame cowering in shock, blonde hair in disarray. But I had lost any train of coherent thought and was 100% pure animal. I ripped off her clothes, the fabric tearing roughly in my hands until she was dressed in nothing but a tiny pair of panties. Her legs were golden and smooth, running up to a tanned and toned midriff.
With no reservations, I gripped an ankle in each fist and roughly split her legs so that her mound was displayed against the thin cotton. I pressed my mouth against the soft heat, burrowing my face into her feminine scent.
“No!” she cried softly. “Not like this!” I looked up and saw tears trailing wetly from the corner of her eyes, but her cunt told a different story. Already I could feel the steam emanating from her core, moisture beginning to dampen the soft cotton. With a swipe of my chin, I nudged the fabric aside, exposing her pink nether lips.
Satisfyingly, they were already engorged and moist despite the girl’s desperate struggles to get away. With a growl, I buried my tongue in her depths, pushing as deeply into her hole as I could before lapping hungrily at her sweet nectar. Her folds glistened and pulsed beneath my mouth, welcoming despite her continuing protestations. Pretty soon, her gyrating hips told me that Wildflower’s struggles to get away had turned into the endless quest for release.
I lapped hungrily at her clit, roughly circling it with my tongue before nipping the delicate nub with my lips. Her taste was unique, like fresh grass seeded with the unmistakable scent of my wildflower. I chewed lightly on her lips, letting her feel the imprint of my teeth before biting again on her sweet bud, tantalizing her most sensitive place. Hungrily, I traced my tongue in that crevice between her thigh and her pussy, devouring as much of her as I could.
By now Wildflower was moaning urgently beneath my mouth, pressing my head into her cunt while gushes of juice pulsed hotly from her core. I pushed her legs up even higher, exposing her tiny pucker of an ass, and gave it a slow, hungry lick.
“Oh no!” she moaned underneath me. In the six weeks it’d taken to conceive Georgie, I’d never forced her into anal, but that was about to change. She deserved the punishment and was going to get it hard and fast in her backside.
Fortunately, her juices were running so copiously that they trailed wetly to her pucker. I rimmed her a bit, tracing each ridge of her anus with my tongue before thrusting as far up as I could into her back passage. She moaned lustily at the sensation, gripping and twisting her nipples as I tasted her ass.