Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
“Yes, but you’re impressed. I’d say that’s a win.”
“Okay, okay, fine. When you’re done stroking yourself off, you can show me how to do it smarter then.” Another wink and another lick of fire in my chest.
“Try again,” I say.
Eva does. This time, instead of letting her connect, I grab her arm and pull her toward me. She loses her balance, and I grab her by the ass with my free hand and spin her around. She lands on her back, and I drop myself on top of her. It’s done in an instant, and with our bodies connected, I can feel her heart thumping against my chest.
But now what? Being this close to her has stripped me of words and knocked all thoughts out of my head. I’m glued to her deep blue eyes that seem to stretch on for eternity.
Don’t do it, I tell myself. Don’t you dare fucking do it.
But it’s too late. My head’s moving closer to her slightly parted lips. My eyes fall shut, and my mind switches off. Our lips connect with a gentle touch, but it doesn’t last. My hands move down her sides, stopping on her hips, while Eva’s snake around my shoulders and pull me tighter into the kiss. Our tongues smash together, mouths moving in sync. Christ, I’m sucking the air straight out of her lungs.
And when I break, I fall onto my back at her side. My gaze turns up to the bright blue sky.
All I can think is how it pales in comparison to her eyes.
“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say. “I couldn’t stop myself.”
“You don’t have to apologize.” We’re both staring into the void of space. “I was kinda hoping you would.”
Those are the words I want to hear, yet they’re almost deafened by my pulse thumping in my ears. A wave of happiness shoots out of my core and warms each and every muscle throughout my body. I’m smiling like a fool, I can feel it, and all I want to do is turn back to Eva and bring her in for another deep, long kiss.
Which means it’s time to go. Before I do something I can’t come back from.
“I’m very happy with our first session. You did great, but I should go.”
“I understand.” She almost sounds sad. “And thank you. I had fun.”
I get up and can’t keep my eyes off her. Even if my staring brings with it the unending urge to fling myself on top of her again, tear away her soaking clothes, and give myself a first glance at what’s beneath them.
Why stop there? Why not have a first taste? Touch?
I pack my things and run before my second head makes me do something I’ll regret. Gotta take Eva on that date first. Treat her like the queen she is.
Then I can destroy her pussy without feeling like an animal.
7
ARTHUR
One Week Later
“You’re late.” It sounds so stern. So serious. Like our training is some life or death matter.
“Ease up, Captain. It’s only a few minutes,” Eva says, sipping at a long green straw sticking out of a plastic cup. A drop of the pink, creamy milkshake stays on her lip as she moves the straw aside. What I wouldn’t give to lick it up. “Needed a sugar rush to keep up with you on the field.”
“Doesn’t matter if it’s by a minute or an hour, late is late.”
Stop, Arthur. She isn’t one of your soldiers; she’s a woman with a whole life outside these sessions.
Reprimanding myself doesn’t work. Of course, she has things to do that don’t involve me. But it makes me itch. Irritated. Afraid of not being good enough.
Desperate and pathetic doesn’t look good on me.
“Punctuality is key in everything we do. Missing time, missing your mark, leads to trouble,” I add. A bullshit lecture for my own peace of mind.
Eva smirks and speaks with devilish sarcasm. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
It knocks the wind from my lungs and makes my cock twitch in unimaginable delight.
“What did you just say?” I choke on the sentence.
“I’ve been a naughty girl. Missed my curfew. Don’t be angry at me.” She pouts, continuing the false upset act.
“Stop it.” It’s more for me than her. I managed to stay in control this long; I’d hate to lose it all because of a few well-picked words.
“Or what? Your mouth’s saying no, but your eyes…” Eva wrinkles her nose, and her tongue runs over her lip to lap away the milkshake. “They’re begging for a yes.”
“Don’t make me punish you. Pull you onto my knee, rip off your pants, and spank you the way your Daddy should.”
No. Stop. Don’t play into it. A little voice whispers in the back of my head. It stills the sound of my heart thumping in my ears.