Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
If this relationship is going to be brutally honest enough to allow for physical aggression and the deep devotion I need from Scout, we’ll need full trust. No pretenses. No lies.
My pulse is going haywire as we pull into the movie theater parking lot.
What if she runs away from me? I reacted like a wild animal when she ran from my kitchen to my bathroom. If she tries to run away from me, as in permanently, I could self-destruct. I’m a time bomb where she’s concerned. Still, walking into the theater with her for the first time, after all those nights of watching her attend with her friends from the shadows, I feel like a lion. My chest is stuffed tight with pride that I even get to hold her hand. Is everyone turning to look at us or am I only hoping they are, so I can let them know in one glance that I’m both her guardian and her predator? That I soothe her and scare her and soothe her again?
More importantly, what is Scout going to think about that?
I steer her into the theater, quickly cataloguing the fact that most of the audience is seated in the middle and front rows, leaving the back nice and empty. I find a seat in the furthest corner and sit down, pulling Scout down sideways onto my lap—and she goes without question, as if it was already understood that she wouldn’t need her own seat. I love that. I love her. I don’t know how I’m sitting stationary when these feelings are so huge.
Shouldn’t I be torn in half by now?
The lights dim and she rests her head on my shoulder, my fingertips trailing up and down her bare thighs. My cock is hard beneath her ass and all I want to do is push up her skirt and sink into that wet, pink flesh, but I remind myself we’re not in a rush. I can do slow with her. She needs to know I can give her everything. And maybe I want to stall time, because I have to come clean tonight. Tell her my secret.
The next time I allow myself to be inside of her, she should know all of me.
Even the darkest parts.
Scout has other ideas, however.
That tight ass starts moving in my lap the moment Hidden Master begins, her hand sneaking underneath my T-shirt to stroke my chest. Fuck. She is indescribably hot, her lips leaving little sipping kisses on my neck and I can’t control my hand. It’s easing open the thighs that are draped over mine and rubbing my knuckle up and down against the seam of her cunt, reveling in the wetness that seeps through her underwear, how her breath grows reedy, that butt rubbing on me like a temptation straight from the devil.
“You’ve got two choices, angel. Either I take you back out to the truck to ride my dick in the front seat. Or you pull down your panties and sit on my lap with your skirt around your hips while I make us come. If you want option number two, though, you have to keep that pretty mouth shut.”
“I’ll keep it shut,” she breathes. “I promise.”
“You want to fuck in the back of this movie theater?” I cup her pussy in my hand, kneading her roughly. “Be sure, Scout. Someone might see us. And once I’m inside of you, we’re not stopping. I won’t pull out of you until I’m empty.”
She bites her lip to trap a moan and nods, her eyes so trusting as she looks up at me. So positive that I’m going to make everything okay. Make everything safe. And I have to swallow a handful of sand that tastes a lot like guilt. Just not enough to stop me from getting my cock between her thighs. There’s nothing on earth that could stop that.
“Pull your panties down and face forward,” I say thickly.
Scout lifts her hips to follow instructions and I use the opportunity to unzip my jeans, reach in to fist and draw out my erection, tip already shiny. I turn her around, yanking up her skirt and settling her onto my lap, nestling my inches between her naked cheeks and draping her thighs over mine, opening her, wishing I could see her cunt in the glow cast by the movie screen. But there’s no time, because she’s already rocking her hips up and back, giving me a very slick, very public lap dance that succeeds in making me even stiffer, more ready to fuck.
There’s a voice in the back of my head, though, ordering me to make her understand.
Who I am. What she’s gotten herself into.
“Put my cock inside you and sit still.”
She whimpers and wiggles around while struggling to fit me in and I have to drop my head back and bite the inside of my cheek until I draw blood, she’s so goddamn tight. Eventually, she seats herself and collapses back against my chest, her eyes squeezed shut, the back of her head resting on my shoulder. Her legs are already trembling where they hang over mine, her feet several inches from the floor. Motherfucker, those little pussy muscles are massaging my dick up and down, clenching and releasing like God intended.