Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
She laughs as if the question is ridiculous. “So I guess you think you’re in charge, huh? You’re the one asking the questions?”
Yep, I’m bad. I can’t stop. My hand smooths around her back. I grab her hip and pull her right up against me. She must be able to feel my hard dick pushing through my pants. She makes a moaning, almost defeated sound. It’s like she wants to fight, but she can’t. I know the feeling.
“Don’t forget who’s in charge here.” I squeeze my hand into her hip, obsessed with the fullness of her curvy body, with her moans, her eyes flashing up at me. “You can pretend you don’t like being my prisoner, but your body can’t lie to me.”
She turns, glances into the house, then slowly puts her arms around my shoulders. “Jamie…”
She’s begging me, begging me to stop, and begging me to kiss her. I lean down, claiming her hips with my hands and pushing my lips against hers. She sinks against me, tearing her nails down my neck, so much horniness unleashing from her. Precome starts leaking hotly from my cock.
I slip my hands lower to her ass and start massaging her thickness. I can’t stop myself. Hell, I don’t even try. I spank her round, plump ass, feeling it shake for me. Her mouth snaps open like she wants to scream, but our mouths are too close. She falls against me.
I spank her again, harder each time.
“You’re going to make my ass red,” she moans through the kiss. “Jamie…”
“You want your ass red for me,” I growl. “It’s a mark. It shows who you belong to. It shows that your round, perfect ass is mine. I can spank it. Bite it. Massage you as I pound you from behind, as I fuck your tight, tight pussy.”
She leans back in my embrace, looking into the cabin again. I’m not even bothering to check we’re not being watched. All I can think about is her body and lust. I’m not even watching the trees. I’m just obsessed with her.
“Jamie, we can’t,” she says, trying to sound tough and in control. “Not until Mom—”
“Tells the goddamn truth,” I snap. “I’ve never kissed her. I’ve never touched her intimately. I’ve never wanted to. The thought makes me sick because it would mean I could never be with you, and that’s all I want.”
I kiss her again, hard, pushing against her lower back. The kiss is more intimate. There’s emotion in it. I groan as our tongues slowly caress each other. She presses down on my shoulders, squeezing so hard. “I want to believe you.” She gasps. “I-I have to, but—”
“Don’t worry about ‘but.’” I kiss her harder, then take her hips and lift her off her feet. She moans as I place her on the porch rail, pushing forward, my manhood grinding through my pants against her crotch.
She starts to rock with me. I wonder if she’s looking over my shoulder into the cabin, watching for her mom. All I can think about is my dick grinding against her pussy, my seed making my shaft so hard, bulging, wanting her naked skin, her hole, her future.
She moans again when I pick her up. Then I slip my hand beneath her knee, my other arm cradling her back. Demon walks over to the porch from his spot at the lake, looks up at us, sits down, and looks out onto the trees. He’s on alert. Good.
Lena smiles nervously up at me as I carry her inside. When a floorboard creaks, she winces, her gaze snapping to the hallway. It’s only a short walk, then a turn, and Simone would be out here. Whatever she says about a so-called relationship, I don’t want Lena’s mom catching us.
Yet I can’t stop, and neither can Lena. I put her on the couch, then kneel next to it, kissing her passionately as I stroke her over her pants. It’s impossible to do this for long without wanting to feel her naked flesh.
When I reach for her pants button, she places her hand on my wrist. “What about Mom?” she whispers.
I move my hand to her belly, slipping it under her shirt. Oh, fuck. She’s so curvy, so perfectly thick. I massage her belly, then squeeze, knowing her skin will be just as red there as it is on her plump, juicy ass. “Don’t make me punish you again. Don’t make me spank your big, perfect belly again.”
While I can, I almost add. While there’s not a baby in there.
She shivers against me, rubbing her hand up my arm, touching my face. “I never thought somebody could want me like you do,” she whispers. “Want every part of me.”
“It’s you, Lena,” I say fiercely. “You’re perfect. Of course, every part of you is, too.”