Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“The kids. Like they’re already here.”
“I want it so badly. It feels like they are.”
I smile as we kiss, feeling the shape of his lips against mine, the mirror of the kiss. He makes an urgent noise of pleasure, like an animal’s grunt, a growl of possession when his hand begins to slip further and further up my thigh, getting close to my sex again.
“If you don’t want to do this now,” he says, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks. “Tell me now. I can feel how wet you are. I remember how tight and hot you are, Freya, how your young virgin pussy creamed for me. I need to feel you around my cock. I fucking need it. But if you’re not ready….”
A daring streak touches me, despite the nerves hissing at the edges.
Reaching down, I place my hand atop his and press down on it, pushing him closer against my sex, savoring the feel of his hand as he rubs up and down.
“I want it,” I murmur. “But I’m not sure if I’m ready.”
“Then I’ll have to get your perfect body ready, won’t I?”
He pushes my panties aside and slips his finger inside of me.
I didn’t realize how wet I was until he pushed deeper, swirling his finger in a circular pattern that set a spot deep within throbbing, my lips so sensitive I feel like I might explode into lust.
“We have to be quiet,” I say.
He smirks as he leans down, watching me. “I’m not the one moaning.”
I smile as he moves his finger even quicker, around and around, making my hips buck on instinct. I can’t help it, the pleasure mixing with the affection, with the knowledge this really does mean something.
“You’re so sexy when you move like that,” he says in a low but urgent voice. “Fuck, the way you ride my hand.”
“Yes, yes,” I whimper, moving even faster in time with his hand.
He leans down and kisses me hard, crushing my lips. I can feel his teeth pressing through and mine as we push against each other, as we give into everything we want.
When he stops the kiss, I have to bite down not to let out a long moan.
I can hear my pussy, the wet sounds I make as he fingers me quicker and with more possessive hunger, but there’s no shame, only the heat, only the never-ending want.
“That’s it,” he snarls, pumping his hand even quicker. “Fuck, your tight pussy is singing for me, Freya.”
“Mmm,” I moan, the only sound I can make, as my hips pick up more starving speed.
“You’re going to take every fucking inch,” he growls. “You’re going to take it like the horny virgin you are. Because you’re mine. Your body, your sweet drenched pussy, your core, everything.”
“It’s yours,” I whisper, voice cracking as the orgasm erupts inside of me. “Everything, all of…me, Felix. Oh, Felix.”
He pumps his hand, causing the mattress to whine, as I collapse against him and bite down on his hard chest.
It’s the only way to stop myself from screaming as the ecstasy riots through me.
“That’s it. Show me how badly you want it, Freya. Show me how badly you need it.”
I bite down even harder as my pussy aches, pulsating around his finger as he moves faster and faster.
I can taste his sweat through his T-shirt, taste him, and that’s what I focus on as the orgasm comes to an end.
My man, his taste in my mouth, and his scent surge around me.
He removes his finger as I let his chest go.
Lying back, I hear myself panting, as though the nerves are ramping up, as though I know what’s coming, and I don’t want it.
But that’s crap.
I do want it.
Just because I’ve never done it before, and just because the thought makes me wonder if I’m up to the challenge, it doesn’t mean I’m not ready.
It doesn’t mean my core isn’t screaming for the future that – miraculously – Felix wants to.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Felix
Part of me wishes I’d taken my woman someplace else before indulging in her young curvy body, in the tightness of her pussy, how soaked she is.
But when she told me she wanted the same life I ache for, I couldn’t stop.
Now we have to be quiet.
It’s late – or early – and she doesn’t want anybody to hear.
Neither do I, because nobody should ever hear my woman like this, her tantalizing moans, her breathy releases, except for me. Only me.
I grab her panties and pull them down to her knees, then lean down and pull them the rest of the way.
Returning to her, I grab her plain T-shirt, almost roaring when I see her excited nipples poking through the fabric.
I tear the shirt off, then lean down, snarling as I push her juicy breasts together and suck her nipples, one then the other. She moans in that quiet way, as though she’s trying to keep quiet, but she’s struggling.