Total pages in book: 7
Estimated words: 6137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 6137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 31(@200wpm)___ 25(@250wpm)___ 20(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groans between kisses.
“I want to touch you,” I tell him, my hands once again seeking purchase.
“Calm down, Lil’ Bit. We’ve got all night.”
“Do we?” I demand, wanting everything all at once.
“Yes, we do.”
He kisses me again, then stands up from the couch. He lifts me into his arms and carries me out of the living room and into his bedroom. He’s driving me crazy with his lips sucking on my neck like this. In the bedroom, he drops me down on the bed and begins to take his clothes off. I spring into gear and pull the dress over my head, revealing my naked body. A bra and panties really didn’t go with the dress.
“If I had known you were naked under that dress, we’d never have your motel room,” he growls. In a flash, he’s naked too and stalking toward me like I’m his prey. In a way, I guess I am. His hands on my skin is a welcome feeling.
“What a bad girl,” he says through gritted teeth as he reaches my pussy. He skims his fingers over it before burying his face there. Once his tongue finds my core, I shoot up into a sitting position. Nothing has ever felt as good as his mouth does on my needing and achy pussy. He gently pushes my shoulders back down and I can’t help moaning, more than ready for him. When I come, he finally positions himself at my opening. He’s gripping the base of his cock and guiding it into me. He leans down and kisses me. “Is this what you want, Lil’ Bit?
“Yes.” I moan. He needs no further encouragement. He pushes all the way into me in one thrust. I cry out and he stops. My eyes pop open and he has an awed or maybe confused look on his face.
“A virgin? How? You’re so fucking beautiful, it’s not possible that no one has touched you.” I don’t want to tell him about my past. I never want to tell anyone, but I do tell him the truth as to why I’ve waited.
“I have been saving myself for a man worthy of me. Please don’t stop, Xavier.” Using his real name at this moment seems more appropriate than his road name. He’s such a good man. I’m beyond glad that it’s him.
He begins to move erratically, and I try to meet his every thrust. When he finds my clit, I am unable to take it anymore. I come loudly and screaming his name.
“Squeeze my cock, baby. Take every last fucking drop. You are fucking mine, Celeste. You will never know another cock. Ever. You are going to give me babies and I will breed this tight ass pussy.” I moan. Fuck, he is such a dirty talker and I love it. When he finally comes, he drops his weight down onto me. I love it. For the first time in forever, I feel safe.
“Fuck, babe. That is amazing. I must be hurting you, though,” He says as he begins to move. I hold on to him because I don’t want him to leave me.
“I can handle whatever you want to give me.” His cock twitches inside of me and I smile while running my fingers over his bare back.
Life finally seems to be going my way.
TWO MONTHS LATER
I should have known that my life was never my own. I just got comfortable in Haven. I moved in with Patriot, but I’ve been holding back on him, and he knows it. We’ve made love every night and it’s been amazing. I’ve really earned my place here and I don’t want to leave, but it looks like I am going to have to. I just established an address, got my birth certificate and social security card. For the first time I want to put down some roots, but that’s all over now. Somehow, my picture was posted online during a customer’s bachelor party at the club. I didn’t even know about it until my mom called and asked for me. Thankfully, Patriot answered the phone and didn’t provide that information, but it’s only a matter of time before she comes for me. Her money more so than me, I’m sure.
“What the fuck was all that about?” Patriot asks as soon as we are home.
“What do you mean?”
“The first phone call you get. Explain it to me. It’s your mother and you look like you’re about to be sick.”
“I…”
“Don’t lie to me, Celeste. I think I know you well enough to know you are straight up about to lie to me.”
“I didn’t have a great home life,” I say, downplaying it.
“Okay… There’s more to it. I know it.”
“Of course, there is,” I say taking a deep breath before launching into the story of me. Throughout the whole thing, Patriot is clenching and unclenching his fists. When I’m done, he doesn’t say anything. “Say something, please.” I pray that he doesn’t look at me differently now.