Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16396 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Vincent came and asked me if I was ‘untouched,’” Josie says. “He told me the only way I could ever get my mother back was if I married him. Gave him my…cherry.”
I growl, wrap my arm around her, and pull her close to me. She’s so tiny and warm. If only I’d met her earlier, I never would have let any of this happen to her.
“That’s what he was yelling at you about at the club,” I say. “You holding out on him…”
“Yes.” She nods, her voice soft. “I just can’t bring myself to do it.”
The only thing I should be thinking about right now is the terrible tale Josie just told me. I should be coming up with a plan on how to free her mother and end this once and for all. But all I can focus on right now is the feel of Josie’s body against mine.
Her warmth has me completely disarmed. I’d guess by the feel that she has two perfect c-cups under her dress, and she’s definitely not wearing a bra tonight. I let my hand drift down to her back, following her natural curves to the top of her firm little ass that I caught a glimpse of earlier. She doesn’t stop me, so I stop myself.
“I…I shouldn’t, Josie.” I start to pull away, but Josie grabs me with both hands and holds us together.
“Why, Magnus? Why?”
“I’m not good enough for you, Josie.”
“Don’t be stupid, Magnus!” she says in a tone that sounds like she’s almost scolding me. “We’re just like each other, you and me.”
I turn my head from her. It’s impossible to gaze at her beauty.
“Maybe…” I admit. “But look at me, Josie.”
“Stop that,” Josie whispers, turning my face back to hers with the tender palm of her hand. “Your mom may not have wanted you, Magnus, but I do.”
She takes a few steps back from me, holding her eyes to mine. A feeling of tenderness sweeps over me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’m completely disarmed by this girl. She’s like magic.
Then, without warning, she reaches up behind her neck with both hands and undoes the strap on her dress. It falls off her like water, exposing her body, leaving her standing completely naked before me.
“I do, Magnus,” she repeats. “Now what are you going to do about it?”
4
Magnus
My urge to claim Josie has been there every time I’ve seen her, but I’ve suppressed it every single time. But now, that urge has reached a crescendo that I can no longer ignore. Now my blood is a torrent of fire as it rushes straight to my cock. My heart is pounding in my chest, sounding in my ears, and every muscle in my body feels tight as I stare at the sexiest little thing to ever exist.
This can’t be happening. She shouldn’t want you.
That’s all I can think as she stands there naked, staring at me with starry eyes filled with lust. But the sound of my beating heart and the raging desire pouring through me overpowers that doubt in my mind, and I take two steps forward and snatch her tiny body into my arms.
Our lips meet in a kiss that contains such energy it could shatter the universe. I probe for her tongue with mine and find it as my hands explore the soft, smooth skin of her body. My cock is a thick pulsing rod inside my pants, aching to be let out of its cage of fabric where it’s been contained for far too long.
I pop the top button and unzip my fly with one hand, relieving some of the pressure, and as I do, feel a warm, slick wetness on the back of my middle knuckle. A moan spills out of Josie’s mouth, and I look down to see her shaved slit glistening with arousal.
She wasn’t lying when she said she wanted me.
Seeing this drives me to a whole new level of arousal. I don’t understand how this is happening—how a girl who looks like Josie could even be interested in me, let alone inviting me to take her. Women have never shown much interest in me. My own mother even left me when I was a child. A girl like Josie should be being hit up by celebrities on Instagram, not with a monster like me in a house in the woods that’s barely even standing.
But if she wants me, there’s no way I’m going to deny her. I couldn’t—even if I wanted to.
I drag my forefinger up the cleft between her soaked folds, drawing a long, drawn-out moan from her perfect lips. It’s like stepping into a dream—a dream I’ve had about her since the first time I saw her.
I part her gently and find her button with ease. She gasps as I apply just the right amount of pressure, and I watch with pride as her face is overwhelmed with pleasure. “How’s that feel, sweetie?”