Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
The way she says “dessert” makes me think of sweet pussy juice dripping down my throat as I eat her cunt.
“Dessert sounds amazing,” I tell her. At the next stop, she takes my hand and pulls me to the doors.
“This is us,” she says leading the way. We get off at Longwood Medical Area and walk about two minutes to a fancy apartment building. We take the elevator up to the seventh floor and walk to her front door. She pulls her keys from her jacket pocket and unlocks the door. Inside the studio apartment, it’s tastefully decorated, but not much in the way of personal touches. My parents left me their house when they died, so it’s full of family heirlooms. My only expense is taxes and utilities which isn’t much.
“You live here?”
“Yep, this is my place,” she says. I notice she hasn’t said it was her home or house, leading me to believe she just sleeps here. “Can I get you anything?” She moves into the kitchen, setting her bag on the counter, followed by her jacket.
“Sure. What did you have in mind?”
“Um… me?”
“You don’t sound too sure of that, Brenna.”
“I’m sure, I wasn’t sure if you were.”
“Lass, I kissed you seconds after meeting you. I came home with you. I promise you I am sure of whatever is happening here,” I tell her moving closer to her.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.” Pulling her closer to me, I kiss her again, my tongue sweeping into her mouth. Tasting coffee and mint, I deepen the kiss. “Tell me that you’re sure,” I say after pulling back from her.
“I’m sure, Seamus. So sure,” she breathes putting her arms around my neck again. She’s so tiny, I pick her up easily and carry her to her bed. Her legs wrap around my waist as we walk. The layout of her studio apartment doesn’t require me to ask any questions.
“Lass, you are about to mine,” I growl as I lay her gently on the bed. My actions are a direct contrast to how I am feeling right now. Like a caged animal poised to attack, once she’s mine, I’m never letting go.
She pants as I take her shoes off, the stress of my day gone in an instant.
Two
Brenna Murphy
This is so not like me. I know exactly why I brought this strange, gorgeous man back to my apartment though. He lit a fire inside of me that I didn’t know could burn. He’s so hot. His red beard is giving me heart palpitations. He wants me and I want him. For some reason, I am going to give him everything, including my virginity. I was waiting for marriage but one look at this big, strong, lumberjack looking man who saved me from the unwanted advances of another man and that went right out the window. I wish I had made my bed this morning and cleaned up the tsunami of clothes I left all over the floor when I was getting ready for work. Too late now, I think wryly.
“What’s your maiden name?” he asks as he takes my boots off of me. Then he slowly pulls my socks off of me. Who would have thought that would be so hot?
“What? I’m not married, Seamus,” I say confused. Why would he think that I’m married?
“Not yet, lass,” he says looking down at me causing my face to heat.
“Murphy,” I whisper. “What’s my last name gonna be?” I ask brazenly.
“O’Brien,” he growls, reaching the button on my jeans. He can’t be saying that he’s going to marry me, can he? It’s irrational. I know absolutely nothing about him, but for some reason, it doesn’t matter. I have so many questions but not enough time to ask them, so I ask the one that’s most on my mind.
“Do you have a girlfriend? Wife?”
“Hell no, Brenna. You’ll be the only woman I ever fuck. You understand what I'm saying?”
“Uh-huh,” I say shaking my head. He’s a virgin too? How the fuck is that possible? “How old are you?”
“Twenty-eight,” he says pulling my jeans and panties down my legs slowly. Too slowly. I’m achy. I need him. “Any other questions?”
“No, not at this time,” I moan as his fingers graze my belly sensuously. He pulls my shirt up and off, tossing it across the room. My bra soon follows. I am naked to his gaze and I think he likes what he sees if the lecherous look on his face is any indication. I love that look.
“Good,” he says, spreading my thighs wide open. Before I can stop him, he buries his face in my pussy, breathing it in deeply. No one has ever done this to me before and I wouldn’t stop him now for anything. It’s hot and depraved. I can’t believe that it’s actually happening to me. I never thought this is how I'd be ending my day, but I love the turn it's taking.