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)
Tossing the panties over my shoulder, I drop down to my knees while spreading her thighs wider with my hands. My gaze catches on her scars, reminding me of how fragile she is, of how we’re both suffering.
Stop. Don’t think about that right now.
Directing my gaze back to her pink pussy, I lean in and run my nose up and down between her folds. A soft gasp fills the room, and I smile, giving her little clit a flick of my tongue. Eating pussy was never high on my to-do list with others, but like all the other things, Kennedy is the exception. I don’t feel obligated to do this. I want to, need to.
Gripping onto her thighs a little tighter, I bend her legs back toward her chest, giving myself a better view. Then I start feasting. I devour every inch of her, licking, nibbling, and sucking on her perfect pussy.
Moving down to her entrance, I circle it with my tongue before dipping inside, fucking her with shallow strokes.
“Jackson,” she gasps, and her legs start to shake, but I don’t stop. Pressing a thumb to her clit, I rub gentle circles against it and tongue fuck her, enjoying every drop of arousal that coats my tongue. “I’m… oh, god…” She whimpers, pulling me closer, before trying to push me away.
Chuckling into her pussy, the sound rumbles through her, encouraging her release further.
“I… It feels so good…” Another whimper of pleasure falls from her lips, and it’s pure pleasure to my ears.
Helplessly, she tries to wiggle away from me, to close her legs, but I hold her in place until she finally explodes, her release coating my lips and dribbling down my chin.
Then I suck and lick her until I’ve cleaned every drop from her swollen pussy. Releasing her, I almost laugh at how sedated she looks. My cock is rock hard and ready to feel her lips wrapped around it, but when I reach for the waistband of my boxers, I notice Kennedy clamping up.
“I… you shouldn’t have done that. I won’t… I can’t return the favor.”
“What do you mean you can’t return the favor? You’ve never given a blow job before?” I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised, she was a virgin, after all. Maybe she hasn’t, and that’s why she’s nervous.
Then I remember how she freaked out the first time I tried to get her to blow me. Guilt gnaws on me at the thought of how I treated her then.
Her eyes skirt away from mine, and fear trickles into her features. “I…just don’t like it. It makes me sick.” The lie rolls off of her tongue, and I’m a little angry that she’s not telling me the truth about this. If she doesn’t want to do it, she can say that. There isn’t any need to lie about it.
I’m half tempted to push the subject but don’t want to ruin the night that we’ve had. This is progress even if it’s small.
“It’s fine, get under the covers so we can go to bed,” I say. My cock is cursing me out right now, and my balls will probably be blue by the morning, but it is what it is.
Kennedy doesn’t object and is under the covers in seconds. I crawl in as well and shut off the light. Rolling over, I toss an arm over her slender body and tug her back toward me. She curls into my side like a kitten, like she was made to be there.
It takes a bit for sleep to find me, but once it does, I find it’s the best night’s sleep I’ve had in months, and I wonder if it has anything to do with the blonde-haired girl sleeping beside me.
22
Kennedy
Eating lunch in the cafeteria is my least favorite thing ever, but I’m dragging today after getting up early to leave Jackson’s apartment and walk home. Placing a salad and water on my tray, I pay for my stuff and head to one of the tables away from everyone else.
I’ve just pierced a piece of lettuce with my fork and am bringing it to my lips when a cackling group of girls comes walking in. I keep my eyes trained on my food and do my best to ignore them. Crystal is leading the pack, while I don’t know her personally, I saw her that one time with Jackson in the hallway, but I’ve also heard about her. She’s considered popular here at Blackthorn.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch them get their food.
When they start walking toward my table, I consider getting up to toss my food out, but why should I have to leave. I was here first.
As if she can sense my disdain, she walks around the table and takes a seat two spots away from me. Trays slam against the table, and I stab my food like it’s a living object that I’m trying to kill.