Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
“Let me have some,” I say and open my mouth. She grabs a few and starts feeding me while I keep my eyes on the road and my hands on the steering wheel. The rest of the way to my place, she alternates between eating a fry and feeding me one. By the time I pull up to my building, the bag must be half empty. I kill the engine, and we get out of the car.
Walking up to the apartment, I don’t miss how normal this feels. Her coming over to my place, eating dinner, and hanging out. Almost like we used to do.
The rest of the dinner feels just as natural. We get comfortable on the couch while eating our burgers and the leftover fries. I turn on Modern Family since it’s light and funny. We eat, talk, and laugh. I don’t recall when I last felt this content. It’s not quite happiness yet, but it’s a far cry from the misery I was stuck in for the last two years.
After the sixth episode, I notice how Kennedy has gotten increasingly quiet, and her head starts to lull to the side. I contemplate taking her back home, or telling her to go to my bed, but before I can make up my mind, her body slumps against me and her cheek is flat against my arm.
I look down at her cuddled up to my side. Her lips are slightly parted, and a soft moan escapes them. That little sound, combined with her body pressed up against mine, has my cock hard in two seconds.
Shifting, I try to move us to get more comfortable, but the motion just wakes her up. Immediately, her eyes go wide, realizing what had happened.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” she says, pulling away. “I should probably go home.” She starts to get up from the couch, but I grab her wrist and pull her back.
“It’s okay. I was just trying to get comfortable. And it’s late, you can stay here.” I pause, trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements. Maybe I should sleep on the couch? No, not happening. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“Okay,” she agrees, but I don’t miss the reluctance in her voice. She isn’t sure about this. Well, that makes two of us.
Leading her into the bedroom, I start stripping out of my clothes while watching her do the same. Before she gets to her bra, I grab a shirt from my dresser and hand it to her. She makes quick work of her bra before slipping on the way-too-big shirt. As I’m standing there, staring at her, I realize she’s the first girl to ever step foot in my room, to ever be given the option of sleeping in my bed.
When I fuck chicks, it’s usually quick, and never anything tender, or intimate. This is intimate, and I don’t know how I feel about it yet. My gaze drops down to her creamy white thighs, scars or not, they make my mouth water. I haven’t eaten her out yet. I wanted to the other night but got sidetracked by her tits.
Laughing internally at myself, I must let a grin slip because Kennedy is looking at me funny. “What?”
“You’re just smiling, and it’s weird because you don’t normally do that.”
“Do too, just not often.”
She walks over to the side of the bed and tugs back the sheets before settling onto the mattress. It annoys me how perfect she looks there—like she was always meant to be in my bed. Guilt bleeds into my subconscious, and I push it away. Nostrils flaring, I breathe through my nose and get nothing but a whiff of her feminine scent.
“You okay? I can go home, really it’s not a big deal.”
“No, just… come here.” I pat the spot in front of me on the bed. “Lie on your back and spread your legs.”
“W-why?” Kennedy stutters as if she’s nervous but does as I ask.
Situated on her back in front of me, her legs spread wide and her eyes peering up at me with curiosity, I feel as if she’s truly at my mercy. She looks as if she’s comfortable in my presence and not so rigid. Like I could do anything I wanted to her, and she would allow it.
“I want to taste you,” I croak, giving away the effect she has on me.
She doesn’t object, so I reach for the hem of the shirt and push it up. Kennedy is unlike all the other girls I’ve done things with. She is simple, but absolutely perfect at the same time, and I didn’t realize how much I needed that in my life until now. Dipping my fingers into the sides of her panties, she lifts her butt and helps me so I can drag them down her legs.