Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27896 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“You can’t read it now,” she exclaims when she realizes what I’m doing, but I don’t listen to her.
I hold the book out of her reach and continue reading. I don’t have a tail, but I can definitely do some of this stuff with her.
For the first time in my life, I’m glad that I was never interested in having a woman. I always avoided romantic entanglements for fear I’d end up exactly like my parents with their cold, heartless marriage. I wanted something warm, someone to come home to. Now with Cadence, I’ve found her.
“Brennon,” she calls my name, a slight pout marring her beautiful features. I find I like the look of those full lips in a pout.
I continue reading the scene. This is arousing as fuck. My cock presses painfully against my pants as I read about the hero feasting on the heroine’s pussy. I’m not willing to go all the way with her, but there are definitely things we can do while I wait for her heart to become mine.
As I finish reading the scene, I reach for my phone again. I type out a quick message. “Do you want me to do this to you?”
I didn’t think it was possible, but my girl’s blush deepens even more. She finally shrugs a shoulder and says, “Maybe. If you want to.”
My thumbs fly across my phone’s keyboard. “Hell yeah, I want to.”
6
CADENCE
This is the moment I should tell him. Tell him I’m completely inexperienced. I’ve only ever read about this stuff. Sure, I’ve put my hand between my thighs a few times. Even managed an orgasm or two.
But I’ve never dated or had a boyfriend. My life has been complicated. My father and I were often homeless except for a few times when we were lucky enough to crash on someone’s couch for a few days. There were shelters, but we usually didn’t stay at those very long. They’re not always safe, especially for a young girl. My dad knew our car—even on the nights we couldn’t afford to heat it—was still the best option.
Instead of dating boys or worrying about prom, I was focused on survival. It all paid off because by the time I graduated high school, we were getting back on our feet.
We had a crappy apartment. I was waitressing during the day and taking online marketing courses at night. My dad got a job as a night janitor and one magical moment, we went from barely scraping by to millionaires. Even now, I still find it surreal to step into a grocery store and have the option to fill a cart with everything I need.
“You want to do the stuff in there?” I ask again to clarify because this is so strange to me. I’m married now. Married to a very hot man who is offering to explore one of my favorite fantasies. “W-with me?”
Instead of answering, he pulls me into his arms and carries me to the leather couch. He sets me down gently and pauses to brush strands of hair that have come loose from my ponytail.
He drops to his knees in front of the couch and cups my face. The intensity in his gaze has me barely breathing. He wants me. Brennon definitely wants me.
To my surprise, he doesn’t push me down and just start licking me the way the hero did in the book. Instead, he kisses me. Softly and gently exploring my mouth with his tongue.
I wind my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. His hair is just as soft and silky as I imagined it’d be. He growls when I give it a light tug and nips at my bottom lip.
He presses kisses along my jaw before he nuzzles my neck again. His beard tickles my skin, and I can’t help giggling at the sensation.
Brennon pulls away to glance at me and I quickly explain, “Your beard. I like the way it feels against my skin.”
I stroke it with my other hand. He’s all hard lines and muscle everywhere but he’s soft here.
His eyes crinkle at the corners. It strikes me then that there no laugh lines on his face. No evidence he’s spent years enjoying and loving life. “Tell me about yourself.”
“Later,” he murmurs before going back to kiss my neck again. He trails his kisses lower and lower until pulling up my t-shirt. He stares at my bra in concentration and the look on his face has me wanting to melt into the cushions right there. He’s so sexy when he’s serious. He flicks open the clasp, and cool air rushes over my breasts as he bares me.
He wastes no time. He lowers his head, sucking one of my tight buds into his mouth.
I moan at the sensation. It feels so right to have his lips on me, sucking and nipping at my skin. Bringing me pleasure.