Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Her.
She watched me watch her but never made a move.
She was waiting for me to get on board. Little did she know that not only was I on board, but I was also about to raid her ship.
I wanted nothing more.
But there was one tiny thing holding me back. Her. Would she regret this? Would she want to do this again? Would this ruin what we already had?
Because regardless of what she thought, I wasn’t only offering her support. She was doing the same for me—giving me support I never knew I needed.
I hadn’t woken up from a nightmare since she’d moved in, and yes, that had a lot to do with her waking me up. But I’d trade that sleep—and more—just to no longer feel like I had blood all over me.
And that’s when I knew. This may not change anything at all—or it might change everything. It might change my whole entire world…and maybe that was a good thing.
She saw the moment that I’d decided that, too.
Her breathing accelerated. Her nipples hardened impossibly further.
And she had a beautiful red flush that started at the tips of her beautiful breasts and rose all the way up to her pretty cheeks.
That’s when I realized that whatever I was using as an excuse wouldn’t ever work again. She was just too beautiful. Too life changing…too mine.
She was young, yes. Much younger than me—by about sixteen years.
She was naïve, and probably barely tried in bed—though I’d never had the courage to ask, and she’d never offered up the information.
Her attitude toward life was my polar opposite. I was jaded—and she saw the world in rose shaded glasses.
But…I didn’t care.
I finally put one knee on the bed, and then dropped down to my hands, pushing between her legs.
She gasped when I crawled up between those barely spread thighs. And the moment I got closer? She tried to close them.
I laughed. “Too late for that now, honey.”
Then I dropped down to my stomach while simultaneously pushing her thighs apart and settling myself between them. I took one of her legs and wrapped it around my neck, while the other I pushed out wide and held there.
Then I stared at what I was about to do.
She had no hair there—mostly. There was a strip of hair from the top of her pubic bone, right down to the little triangle that split her pussy. A landing strip.
My mouth watered.
“Hold it out wide,” I ordered, looking up.
She was staring down at me with such wide surprise that I almost stopped to ask her if she was okay—but her nipples were still pebbled, and I’d seen, first-hand, the proof of just how turned on she was—meaning I knew that she was more than okay.
She was on fire.
For me.
“Oh God,” she breathed, trembling now.
I dropped my mouth to rest above her clit, then dropped a single, tiny, chaste kiss to her clit.
She jolted like I’d touched that tiny clit with a live wire.
“Oh, shit.”
I smiled.
Then moved my hands. One curled around her leg that was resting on my back and neck, finding a home at the top of her pussy. The other trailed up the length of her inner thigh.
One hand spread her open even wider, while the other zeroed in on her entrance.
My fingers hit her slick heat, and her pussy clenched, closing inconceivably tighter.
She was small—really small, and some sick part of me couldn’t fucking wait to be inside of her.
Couldn’t wait to plow through her tiny entrance and seat itself inside of her—so that she would never forget what it felt like to have me there.
The other part of me was worried. I wasn’t a small man.
In fact, I wasn’t an average or even a little more than average sized man.
I was large, and there was no other way around it. Which happened to be why I’d looked at her condoms earlier and laughed.
I had to buy magnums—and not one of those in that first bag had been something that would fit me—at least not all the way.
Then I finally did what I’d been wanting to do since I’d met her—I tasted her sweet pussy.
I took a swipe, from the top of her perineum to her clit, and her flavor burst on my tongue.
I moaned, then took another swipe, this time stopping at her clit to circle it.
My other hand made its move, too.
One second it was just resting at her entrance, and the next I was inserting my middle finger deep inside of her.
Her body bowed, but I was ready for it and held her down so she didn’t interrupt my feast.
Which made her groan.
I curled my finger upward, scraping the top of her channel with my middle finger, feeling that squishy pad react.
Feeling her reaction and loving the way her leg tightened around my head, I did it again. And again. And again.