Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“I want it,” she gasps as I graze my thumb between her ass cheeks. “I need it.”
“Beg for it, baby,” I groan as my other hand goes to my own aching dick to stroke it.
“Please, Luc. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
A harsh breath escapes through my nose and gritted teeth and I remove my hand and replace it with my cock. As I nudge her entrance, her hips roll with an urgency to bring me inside of her. I bring my hands back to her hips, and with a smooth forward push of my hips, I slide into her all the way.
“Fuck,” I mutter at the sensation of her slick, hot flesh cocooning around me. “Fuck.”
Stephanie pushes up onto her hands, but her head hangs low, almost as if she’s been defeated. I stay still within her and ask, “What are you thinking, baby?”
She doesn’t answer me right away, her head just hanging down. But then she rolls her hips and brings her head up, twisting her neck so she can look at me over her shoulder. Her voice is rough, as if the words are hard to get out, but she slays me when she says, “I’ve never had this before.”
“What’s that?” I urge her softly to let her feelings out, because I know she’s not talking about great sex.
Stephanie shakes her head, as if she doesn’t want to admit it, and her eyes slide away. I press my fingers into her hips and encourage her. “It’s safe with me. Whatever it is.”
Her gaze comes backs to me, locks in place, and she murmurs, “Such a desire to let go of everything that I ever believed in.”
My cock thumps in response to that, even though I know she’s again not talking about sex. She doesn’t have to spell it out for me, but she’s talking about the lock on her heart and the closed door on her trust. I can see even admitting that little bit to me is painful for her, and I don’t want to push too hard.
“Then just let go for right now,” I tell her with a smile, rubbing my thumbs soothingly across her skin. “I swear you’re safe with me.”
She smiles at me and says, “Okay.”
And then she lets go.
—
“Relaxed?” I ask Stephanie as we lie side by side on my bed, staring up at the ceiling again, breathing back to normal, bodies thoroughly sated. Our normal position, as if the ceiling has all the answers to our dilemmas.
“Mmmm-hmmmm,” she purrs.
My hand slides across the mattress and grabs hers. Our heads roll on the pillows so we look at each other, and she grins. “I think you broke me.”
“Good,” I tell her with a return smile. “I like you broken, and pliable and amenable to all my demands.”
Stephanie snorts and looks back at the ceiling. “I guess we better get this over with.”
“Let’s do it,” I say encouragingly as I push up and slide back to rest against the pillows and headboard. She also pushes up and doesn’t resist when I pull her closer to me and tuck her into my side, my arm protectively over her shoulder.
“Where’s your phone?” I ask her.
“Let me use yours,” she says, and I blink at her in surprise but grab it from the mattress beside me and hand it over. “Why mine?”
“Because my mom won’t answer if she sees it’s me calling,” she says matter-of-factly, and it still amazes me how much Stephanie has accepted what douches her parents are.
“Seriously?” I ask with disgust.
Stephanie’s eyes come to mine and she gives me a sympathetic smile. “Don’t get too aggrieved. I don’t answer when she calls me either.”
I don’t understand it and probably never will, but I have to make peace with the fact that this is what Stephanie knows, and until me, probably all she ever knew.
She dials a number and gives me the same courtesy I gave her by putting it on speakerphone. It’s answered on the second ring, right as I pull Stephanie back into me.
“Maris Frazier speaking,” a brisk, no-nonsense voice answers.
Holding the phone between us, Stephanie says, “It’s me, Maris.”
Stephanie had told me that she’s always called her parents by their first names, Michael and Maris. She said this was instilled at such an early age she doesn’t even remember being taught that. She was also sort of blown away when she got to boarding school and found out that most kids called their parents Mom and Dad.
There’s a moment of silence before her mom finally says, “Did you get a new phone number?”
No warmth and joy at hearing her daughter’s voice. Just an understated curiosity about her cellphone.
“No. Just using a friend’s phone,” she says.
Another moment of silence, and then a slight cough before her mom says, “Well…how are you doing?”
“I’m pregnant,” she responds, and I suck in such a surprised lungful of air I start coughing. My head spins to catch Stephanie’s eyes while I hack into my elbow, and she just gives a nonchalant shrug at me.