Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 108(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Peyton is quiet so long, I’m starting to wonder if she heard me. Then, “I know something about that kind of life, Granger. You know where I grew up.” Her voice turns hesitant. “But I wouldn’t stalk someone I wanted. Following them and—”
My groan cuts her off. It comes from deep down inside of me. “Ah honey, the thought of you stalking me…” I angle my body so she can see my erection. So she can watch me scrub my palm over it roughly. “If I came home and found you going through my things, if I caught you spying on me across the street from my garage, it would make me fucking burn, baby.”
Her breath comes faster. “You would like it?”
“Like it? No, I’d be in heaven. I crave it.” I pull down my zipper because I’m getting too hard to remain trapped in my jeans. My cock pushes out through the opening, protruding against the front of my briefs and I shudder at the semi-relief. “If you even showed a hint of jealousy, like I did over that math prick, I’d spend a week eating your pussy until the feeling went away. I’d find whoever made you jealous and I’d fuck you right in front of them. You would know I’m yours. But you…doing things to ensure it…I can’t help how hot it makes me.”
“It makes you feel…secure,” she whispers throatily. “Important.”
As if she understands.
Does she?
I look back at Peyton over my shoulder and notice the dazed expression on her face, her heels digging into the mattress, hips shifting. Is it possible that she’s turned on instead of scared? “Peyton, talk to me,” I demand raggedly, turning and climbing onto the bed beside her, running a finger in circles around the hard peak of her nipple. “Your body is telling me you need a fuck.”
Her back arches into my touch, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “I don’t understand it,” she says, so quietly I almost can’t make out her words. “Is there something wrong with me that I still…”
I search her face eagerly. “Still what?”
“Still want you.” Her exhale is shaky. “M-maybe even want you more…knowing what you’ve been doing?”
The sky above me is opening up and light is pouring through. Am I dreaming or did she really just confess to wanting me, despite my actions? That her desire for me has been amplified because of them? Hope ripping through my chest, I scrutinize her expression and find her peeking up at me through her lashes, cheeks flushed. In need of reassurance. In need of me, against all odds. “No, honey. There’s nothing wrong with you.” I straddle her hips, bracing my hands on either side of her head and leaning down to kiss her, moaning jaggedly when she actually kisses me back. “There isn’t a single bad thing about you…” I kiss my way down her throat, licking a path between her tits. “My sweet little obsession is perfect. Perfect in every way.”
I slide my fingers into the waistband of her skirt and pull it down to reveal her drenched panties. She tries to cross her legs and hide the telltale wetness from me, but I don’t allow it, pushing her knees wide on the bed. “Granger…” She squirms, starting to pant. “I d-don’t know if I want to let myself be okay with this. I don’t know what that means about me. I’m scared of who I’ll become if we…”
“Let this obsession run wild?”
A beat passes, followed by her nod. “Yes.”
I drop my mouth to her stomach, dragging my tongue over her belly button and dipping it inside firmly, wiggling it until she whimpers. And all the while, I’m tugging the panties down her legs, baring that exquisitely tight pussy to me completely. “Let me do a little convincing, baby,” I mutter thickly, settling my mouth over the top of her slit and inhaling deeply, then slicking my tongue through her damp folds. “Good girl, tasting like my come.”
The restraints groan as she jerks, whining my name when I go to town, spreading the lips of her pussy with two fingers and bathing her with my tongue. Her taste combined with mine is so goddamn sweet and right, I get dizzy, my hips struggling for friction against the edge of the bed. I sip on her clit, loving it roughly, then gently, trailing my fingers down her inner thigh so I can slide my middle and ring fingers inside of her. Fuck. As hard as I pounded her earlier, she’s still virginal in her tightness. So much that I struggle to get both fingers inside, moaning in victory when she gets wetter at my touch, easing my way in.
I think of her stalking me, stealing my things, rolling around in my bed naked when I’m not home and secretly watching me while I shower. The imagery has me fucking the bed and grunting like a boar, trying to get my cock some relief, even as I focus on hers. Even as I work my fingers in and out of her slippery, little sex, feeling her clit swell on my tongue with every stoke and jiggle until she’s crying out, yanking on the restraints and wrapping her thighs around my head.