Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34938 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Kent's hands become fiercer, grabbing my ass and lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes my back against the hard wall behind me. My shoulders crack, and I feel the exposed skin of my lower back as it scrapes the rough brick surface.
Breaking our kiss, I pull in a winded breath as he moves his mouth down my neck, his stubble rubbing roughly across my sensitive skin. And I like it. I like the little burn, the light twinge of pain, I like the flame on my skin when his mouth moves, and I can still feel where he's been.
Moaning, I dig my heels into the back of his legs and grind my pinkness against his stomach. Kent growls, pressing me harder into the brick wall as he bites my collar bone and squeezes my tit.
In the back of my mind I know this is wrong. I know on so many levels that this could ruin, no—destroy, both of us.
And yet, I ignore that little bird, caging it and covering it with a blanket, so it's quiet. I don't want to hear it sing. The silence lets me enjoy everything this man is giving me. No thoughts of the future. No thoughts of the past. I just want to live in the here and now.
Setting me on my feet, his hands move to the button on my pants. My thighs shake, my stomach trembles, and I've never been more nervous than I am right now.
This is a man. A grown man. An experienced man.
And that thought sends a bolt of lightning shooting down my spine. It burns, coalescing as a puddle between my legs. My pussy throbs as he unzips my shorts. He looks at me with a devilish grin as he drops lower, shimmying my shorts all the way to the ground, along with my panties, and lifting one foot after the other to completely remove them. Kent's lips twist as his eyes gleam. He looks like he just opened a present, a new toy, and he's excited to play with it. The blue of his eyes darkens, as his pupils expand, and he tips his head slightly. He rubs his hands up my thighs as he comes back to a standing position.
Setting a hand on the wall beside my head, he leans in to whisper. “I've been waiting for this for a long time. Don't think I haven't noticed you, because I have. And now, now I'm seeing all of you.”
The way he says it makes my vag ache and clench at air. Using the tips of his fingers, he softly traces my shoulder, his eyes following the invisible line he's drawing down my skin.
Goosebumps erupt across the surface and he chuckles lightly. “Do you still want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I say, my words mostly breath as he moves those same fingers down my side and across my lower belly. He purposely misses my slit, deviating his path as he sweeps his fingers in a high arch. He drags his fingers over my hip, inches closer and closer to where I want him, and then his fingers are gone, jumped across to my other hip, tracing the same, torturous path over my skin.
I want him to touch me, I want him to touch me so bad I can feel my arousal as it turns the skin between my thighs into silk.
“Good girl,” he says, turning his soft touch into firm fingers.
He grips my hips and spins me so I'm facing the wall. My cheek scrapes roughly against the brick, but I don’t care. I place my palms against the wall and wait. I can hear the metal of his buckle as he tugs it open, and the teeth of his zipper as he lowers it. My heart is racing, and time feels like its stopped. The air between us is thick with anticipation, and I can feel my pulse beating between my legs, just waiting for what comes next. I need him. Any reservations are gone, and the only thing I’m thinking about right now is his thickness filling me up.
There's a sound of something tearing over my back, and I see a torn condom package get dropped to the ground beside me. His large palm falls into the small of my back, and with his other hand, he grabs my hip, pulling my ass back toward him. He moves me where he wants, and I wantonly let him. He snakes that hand around my waist, over my belly, and finally over my dripping entrance, just grazing at the lips. My body jerks, responding to his touch, to his promise. I hear him chuckle, and then he says, “Just making sure you’re ready for this.” Then I hear him sucking those same fingers that were just on me, and when he makes a low sound of approval, my knees start to buckle.