Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
“No.” She gasps, her little fingers pressing into her gaping lips. Disbelief tenses her shoulders as her eyes narrow, inspecting me for a hint of dishonesty. “Really?”
“Really. Maybe it was a self-torture thing. Maybe it was self-control, or denial of anything that felt good, but whatever the fuck it was, now I know it was because I was waiting. For you.”
She lets out that sweet, life-changing giggle again and my heart races.
“You want to belong to me, don’t you?”
I do everything in my power to influence her answer by going to work on that magical spot on her neck again, and she melts against me, breathing out a low, “Yes”.
The storm outside is a low hum with the occasional muffled crack of thunder vibrating the structure as I battle back the possessive animal inside me clawing its way out.
I take her hips, grinding her warmth down on my cock. “You wore that little bathing suit just to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”
“Mmmhmmm,” she agrees as I control her hips, humping her against my greedy length. “Well, I didn’t know you’d be there. I didn’t know you at all, so…”
“If you think you’re ever going to prance around other men in something like that without me around, I’ll spank your ass until you realize the error of your ways.” The words are harsh, but there’s a deep truth in them, and the idea of my hand warming her ass only makes my ravenous hunger for more painful.
Her thighs open to their limit as we rock back and forth, her head lolling back now, giving in as I roll and pinch her hard nipple in my fingers, and she winces on a hiss.
“Little pain for my baby. I think you need that, don’t you?”
Her answer is a moan of agreement, coupled with her hips flexing and moving faster, faster. She’s taking point now, grinding against me, and I’m in fucking heaven with this girl.
“You know I’m taking what’s mine, don’t you, little girl? The way your fingernails are digging into my shoulders, you never want to fucking let go.”
She answers with more fervent motion, going for broke as my hands find the hem of my long t-shirt that’s covering her and peel the wet fabric upward, her hands leaving my body just long enough for me to release it from hers, then she’s right back to riding me like a proper little cowgirl.
The sight of her big round tits bouncing in my face have me mesmerized. The nipples are dark and pulled tight. Her skin is cool and soft as my blood boils in my veins.
Looking at her is heaven and hell. Pleasure and torture. I know her sweet cherry is going to be mine, but I’ll only have one time to take it, and I want it to be perfect.
I need to pace myself. Hold back the lust rage she’s whipped up inside of me until that virgin pussy of hers is weeping and begging for every inch it’s going to take from me.
Her eyes dance with mine, lids wavering between open and closed as her movements turn frantic, like she’s chasing the elusive brass ring hanging just out of reach. I smooth my hands down her back, feeling the tension in her muscles, then lean in and take a full mouth of her tit, sucking that sweet nipple down deep.
Her body shudders under my hands and I can’t remember ever wanting to be inside anyone before now.
I mean, yeah, I understood fucking from a technical standpoint. I knew I was an outlier in that I was indifferent to the act itself. The rare occasion when desire twisted inside me, my hand was enough. The pressure release was a blip on the radar, then it was back to flatline for me.
But with her? This fucking girl. I want to ravish that innocent cunt and take up permanent residence until she swells with what’s ours and every motherfucker in the world knows to stay the hell away from my family.
Family.
Fuck.
Never thought I’d be this guy, but whatever spell she’s cast on me, it’s rooted itself deep into my core and I don’t foresee that ever changing.
“Shhh,” I hiss into her neck. “Don’t fight for it. It’s right there and I’m right here. All that sweet juice you’re making is going to spill all over my tongue. Then you’re going to give me more. Then…”
I work my hips into a slow rhythm, her little swipe of bathing suit doing nothing to hold back the silky faucet she’s running, soaking right through my jeans.
Her muscles twitch, her thighs tightening against mine, and I finish off what she needs to hear.
“Then, I’m going to fuck you like a dog. You’re my bitch in heat, and I’m done sniffing around. I’m taking you bareback, little one. I’m coming for you. I’m coming in you.”