Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34122 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Yup.”
“All of them?”
GG smiles at my surprise. “All of them.”
“Learn something new every day.”
She leads me deeper into the building, past the wooden tables filled with pots and soil and the lines of rose bushes until we reach the end where there’s a long, floral-patterned sofa flanked by two chairs. A rolling worktable sits in front of it holding a pair of gloves and wicked-looking shears.
“This is it.” She waves her hand. “Pretty, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
But we both know I’m not looking at the flowers. The prettiest thing in here is her. It’s like a fairyland, and she’s the head sprite. With her white-blond hair and her rosy cheeks, she looks like a woodland spirit. If I move too quick, she might disappear like smoke. I slowly curl my hand around the back of her neck, spreading my fingers to cup her small skull. “You put all these blooms to shame.”
I tug her head back and then angle my mouth across hers. Her hands come to rest at my waist, fluttering there like butterflies unsure of where to land. I lick my tongue across the seam of her lips, and she opens for me. I walk her backward, kissing her the whole time, until her legs hit the edge of the sofa. She folds, and I follow her down, pressing her body into the cushions with my long frame.
My erection lands neatly into the vee of her legs. I can feel her heat through the two layers of denim. I want to pull my cock out of my jeans and rub against the velvet hot skin of her stomach and then lower between the slick folds of her pussy.
I sweep my hands up her side, under her shirt until I find the underwire of her bra. A quick flick and the bra cups loosen. I palm her small breast, fingering her nipple until it’s erect. A moan escapes her, and one leg comes up to cradle my hip. I pinch the nipple lightly, and she jumps under me.
“Like that?” I pinch her again and she moans. Yeah, she likes it.
“I...this...it’s never felt like this before.”
I tense up. “Before what?” Did someone else touch her here? Am I going to have to kill someone?
She dips her chin to her chest. “When I did it,” she confesses in a slightly abashed tone.
I nudge her chin up. “Nothing to be embarrassed about there. What else did you touch?” The thought of her fingering herself, licking her thumb and getting her nipple hard with one hand and parting her folds and sliding a couple of pretty painted nails into her juicy slit nearly has me coming in my jeans. “You touch here?” I rub my hand over her denim-covered crotch and push against the stiff fabric until I can feel moisture on the tips of my fingers. I press again and again, shallowly penetrating her with my digits.
She squirms. “Maybe. You touch yourself?”
“You bet your sweet ass I do. I jacked off last night imaging you on your knees, taking my cock into your mouth. You’d swallow it whole, wouldn’t you, GG? You’d do that for me, right?” I brace myself wondering if I’ve gone too far. I can’t help it. She does this to me.
She sucks in her lower lip and gazes at me wide-eyed. “I’ve never done that.” Hunger shows in her eyes. Thank fuck.
“Oh, baby, that’s good. I’ll be the only one to ever have your mouth wrapped around my cock.” I know I’m being crude, but I can’t help myself. She pulls this shit out of me. Her breathing grows heavy, and I know she’s getting off on everything I’m saying to her.
I tug on her jaw until her lips part and then press my thumb against her tongue. “Suck on it.”
Her lips immediately close around my finger as she does as I command. I nearly pass out as the wet suction sensation passes from my thumb directly to my cock. This is going to be over before it begins if I don’t stop.
“Be right back,” I whisper and then lower myself until my face is level with her crotch. The scent of her arousal fills my senses, mixing with the flowers and the greenery. I’m never going to be able to smell roses without immediately getting hard.
I pull down the zipper of her jeans, and she helps me peel them off. Her panties are damp, and the sight of the dark wet cotton makes my dick harder than the steel on the garden shears I use to slit the sides of her panties.
“Did you just—”
“Yes. Because I can’t wait to do this.” I lift her ass with both palms and bring her hot cunt to my mouth.
She lets out a shocked gasp. “Colt!”
“Good isn’t it?” I need her to enjoy this because I plan to spend a big portion of my life with my head buried between her thighs.