Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 40(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
“I swear I don’t do this kind of thing. Ever,” she mewls as she tries to push me away from her.
“Neither do I, angel,” I say after standing. It’s been so fucking long, but nothing has ever been this good, and all I’ve done is lap up her juices. I kiss her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She seems to like that.
“No. I mean, I’ve never done this before, with anyone.”
Her meaning dawns on me, and I grip her upper arms, pulling her as close to me as possible.
“Are you telling me that you’re pure for me, Ariana? Has no other man ever taken what you are offering me? Tell me,” I beg her. She bites her bottom lip and nods. “Tell me.”
“No. I am pure for you,” she says before I kiss her again. I’ve got to mark her, claim her for my own.
“Once we do this, you are mine, forever. Do you understand?” Again, she nods, but this time she grins.
“Promise?”
“Guaranteed.”
I peel her bra off and take a moment to worship her juicy tits before putting her in the center of the bed. I strip my clothes off faster than I ever have before and join her on the bed, between her parted thighs. Her eyes widen as she takes in my dick, but I just stroke it while looking down at her beautiful body.
“Oh. My. God. Please hurry, Aric. Please. I need you,” she says, spurring me on. I pull her closer to me and line my cock up with her tiny pussy hole.
“Ready, angel?”
“Yes. Yes. Please, hurry.”
Her little pussy soaks my cock as I slide into her slowly. I don’t want to hurt her, but fuck to do I want to own her. Then I reach her virginity and push through it. She screeches but wraps her legs around my waist. I give her a second to adjust, but when she digs her heels into my ass, I pump in and out of her, harder and harder, until we are both panting and struggling for breath. Nothing has ever felt so good, so right.
“Fuck,” I growl as I gear up to fuck her harder.
“I… I… Love you,” she screams as her pussy squeezes me harder and harder, choking my cock. Somehow, I manage to pause.
“What?” I ask, looking down at her.
“I’m not taking it back,” she says, smirking at me.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Ariana.”
“Not for a very, very, very long time.”
“Fuck, I love you too,” I reply, knowing the truth. Hell, I knew it the moment I opened the door and watched her dance. It’s too soon. It’s crazy. I can hear all the naysayers, but I don’t give a flying fuck about them. This is between us. It’s just us from now on.
“I know,” she says, Harrison Ford-ing me. I start moving again, but not before wondering where this girl has been my whole life. She was growing up. Hoyt advised me that she’s thirteen years younger than I am.
It doesn’t take much longer before I am coming harder than I ever have before. I pull out of her and move to lay beside her. I gather her in my arms and kiss the top of her head.
“Wow. When can we do that again?” she asks, and I can’t help laughing, but I roll so that she’s under me.
“Whenever you like, angel.”
“Now, please,” she asks sweetly before kissing me.
I may have created a monster.
A sexy little monster I’d do anything for.
FIVE
ARIANA
“Oh, God. You did it,” Arina says as soon as she comes to the brunch table the next morning. The other girls are drinking Bloody Mary’s, not paying attention to us, thankfully.
“I did,” I reply, not giving too much away. Despite her being my twin, some things are just for me.
“And how do you feel?”
“Amazing. Alive.” My simple response is the truth. I am
“It’s the best, isn’t it?” she asks but doesn’t say anything else or really expect an answer. We go on with the festivities, but all I can think about is him. He’s with his family at another table, but all I want to do is go over there and be with him. He keeps staring at me. “Go over to him,” Arina says, and without a second thought, I am up out of my chair and walking over to him.
“Hello, Angel. Let me introduce you to my family. Mom, Dad, this is Ariana Blair. Ariana, my parents, Gil and Annabeth. My sister, Arissa, and her husband, Sam. My nephew Harry and niece, Annelise. She doesn’t say much yet,” he says, chuckling. Of course not, she’s only a few months old. Sam is wearing her on his chest in one of those papoose sling things.
“It’s nice to meet you all,” I say calmly, though, on the inside, I’m freaking the fuck out. Sam Cavanaugh and Arissa Holbrook are two feet from me. I should be better at handling celebrities, given my job, but politicians aren’t exactly celebrities. I’ve always wanted to make the jump to celebs, but I haven’t for some reason.