Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
“You set the pace,” I tell her, because I still have this gut feeling that she’s not very experienced, which at twenty-three surprises me, but it also turns me the fuck on when I think about the things I could teach her. Then I think about her doing those things with someone else, and anger makes itself known.
“What if I want you to set the pace?” she asks, kissing my chest.
“I can’t.”
She lifts her head, and from the soft glow of the TV, I can see her brow is furrowed. “Why not?”
“Because I’d take it all, Blake. I’d sink inside you, and I’m pretty sure if that happens, I’ll be addicted, and you’re a forever kind of girl, and I don’t know that I can do that—not after Hannah.”
“Shh, we don’t speak her name. She’s no one to you. She’s not welcome in your life. In our lives. I’m not going to lie to you. I’m falling for you. I know I’m not supposed to, that this is supposed to be a ‘for now’ kind of situation, but you’re making it really hard. I’ve never dated anyone who treated me like I was special. Like my dad treats my mom, and my uncles treat my aunts.”
“Blake….” My voice cracks.
“You don’t owe me anything, Oliver. I knew the deal going into this. I just didn’t expect Mr. Grumpy to turn into Mr. Swoon, and now, here we are, and I don’t know how to stop these feelings that are growing for you.”
“I’m still grumpy,” I grump, and she laughs softly.
“Yeah, you are, but not to me, and if I had to guess, not to others either, at least not as much as you used to be. You smile more.”
“That’s the Blakely effect,” I tease. I’m trying to lighten the mood and hide the fact that my heart feels as though it could pound right out of my chest and my stomach is in knots. I wish things could be different. She makes me want to be different. I’m terrified this is the end for us. I’m not ready to lose her.
“Hmm, let’s see what I can do to get one of those smiles.” She pulls away, and I’m ready to object because I need her body next to mine. Clothes or not, if she’s close, I need to be touching her. I don’t understand it, and I refuse to dig into the whys.
Before I can get the words of protest past my lips, she’s got my cock fisted in her hand, and when I feel her lips as she kisses the head, I just about swallow my fucking tongue. “W-What are you doing?”
“Trying to get a smile.”
“Baby, come here. You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. I set the pace, right? That’s what you said?”
I swallow thickly. “Yes.”
“So, let me. Oh, I know, you can say this is my early Christmas present.”
“This is for me. Let me give you an early Christmas present.” My mind is already running wild with all the ways I can make her come without my cock being inside her. I don’t know if she’s ready for that yet.
“What? This is for me. I want to do this. I’ve only done it two other times, and I don’t think I was very good at it, so you’ll have to tell me what you think. I know my grumpy Ollie will be honest with me.”
“Baby, no way you’re bad at… that.” I nod to where she’s fisting my cock, her mouth hovering as if she can’t wait to get another taste.
“You’ll tell me, right?” She smiles softly. When she looks at me like this, I’ll tell her anything she wants.
“You don’t have to do this,” I say again.
“Will you be mad if I do?”
“What? No. Of course not, but I don’t expect you to.”
“I know. That’s why I want to. You never expect anything from me. You’re different from all the rest.” With that, she leans forward and takes my cock into her mouth at the same time that she strokes me.
“Fuck,” I grit out. I want to close my eyes and just enjoy what I’m sure is going to be the best damn blow job of my life, but then I’d miss this. And missing Blakely Kincaid worshiping my cock would be the greatest regret of my life.
Her head bobs as she takes a little more of my length with each pass. She never stops stroking me. Gathering her hair in my hands, I pull it to one side in my fist. My hold is gentle. Even though I want to tug, I don’t. I keep my hold loose as I watch her. She peers up at me under long lashes and takes me to the back of her throat. She gags, and fuck, I’m close. She pulls back, takes a deep breath, and goes back for more.