Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“This what you want, little girl,” I growl at her, shoving my rock-hard dick against her open legs through my pants. “You wanna drive me crazy? You think a good hard fuck is going to set you straight?”
She’s scared, I can fucking feel it—eyes wide, breathing quick. But she doesn’t fight me. Instead she hooks her legs around behind my hips, leans in, and slides her tongue up my jaw.
“Yes.” She breathes the word into my neck then looks back at me with a challenge in her eyes.
I kiss her hard, mean, my tongue right down her sweet little throat. She tastes like heaven and she kisses like a fucking angel. So sweet, so tender. I hate her for it. And I hate that she won’t be this sweet for long, either. Not if I’ve got anything to do with it.
I sweep her tongue aside and kiss her deeper, meaner, more possessive. Because this sweet little piece of ass is mine. And it always has been. Always will be.
I pull away from the kiss, her cheeks reddened with my stubble. I yank her dress hard, ripping the thin fabric, pulling her tits free. God, her motherfucking nipples. Oval, pink, so young and sweet and new.
I suck hard on the left one, drawing it into a tight ball between my teeth. She hisses, lets her head drop, hanging onto my shoulders with her hands.
For a second, I zoom out. Me. And Jess. On my fucking dining table. Together.
The wrongness of it all sets something off inside me. I pull her closer, almost fucking angry with her. Because fuck this little thing for screwing with my head. Fuck this little girl for making a mess out of what is right and what is wrong.
“How fucking dare you,” I growl into her ear.
“How dare I what?”
“How dare you be so fucking perfect.”
She pulls back a little then, eyes glinting, hair loose down her back, nipples tight and hard. I lean in and bite that tender place where her bikini had been, the line between sun-kissed and purely white.
I look up at her as I do it. Her cheeks flush, dark pink to red. Her eyes shift back and forth between mine, like she isn’t sure where to focus. “This is crazy. Crazy.”
“You’ll never get me to stop. Not now. Not ever.”
Fear fills her expression. In that moment, I see just how young she is. And it makes me want to possess her, keep her, have her, make her mine. Lock her away forever. For me. For being my everything.
Keeping her close with my hand at the small of her back, I unzip my pants. Because I can’t fucking take this anymore. I have to be inside her. It’s a fucking biological imperative. This cock. That pussy. Now.
She gasps as my cock springs free, the tip pressing against the cotton crotch of her panties.
“Mike. Wait. Wait a minute.”
Fuck. Fuck. Now it’s not just fear, it’s terror in her eyes. Because I know what I’m packing and it’s no fucking joke.
“Will I be your first?” I ask, pretty sure I know the answer because Sam would have told me otherwise. At least I fucking hope he would have then that thought sinks in, knowing I probably would have murdered anyone that tried.
Or suceeeded.
“Answer me.” I bark. “Has anyone else touched you? Fucked what’s mine?”
She swallows hard enough for me to hear the gulp. “Yes. I mean no. I mean…No one has touched me and yes, you will be my first.”
“Good. Your first and only.” I take my dick in my hand, stroking the length, pushing the tip against her panties, feeling her wetness against the head.
I nudge upwards, compressing her clit under the fabric. I shift her skirt aside to get a better look. Gripping my cock, the head crushed tight between my first finger and thumb, I shift aside her panties, push her pussy lips open, and tease her clit with my dick.
She sucks in a breath, and I feel her relax into me. “Oh my god.”
Fuck. I have no idea if that’s new to her too, but I know I have to go slow. Slower than I want. Slower than I need. But I’ll do it. For her? Anything for her.
I knit my hand into her beautiful red hair and draw her neck back, opening her throat to me, to my tongue and my teeth and lips. On her skin, I taste her perfume, but under that I taste the saltiness of her sweat. The smell of her pussy wafts up as I nudge her clit with my dick, making my fucking head spin.
She moans as I work my cock against her clit, drawing the pleasure out of her. “What are you going to do to me?” Her voice is thick, sweet, dark with need.