Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 96402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 482(@200wpm)___ 386(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
I broke two fingers of the first person who tried it. Wrenching them away from me so hard, I didn’t realize what I’d done until they were on the floor screaming. Mother was horrified by this.
I was eleven after all.
She sent me to an “emotion coach” who taught me everything I needed to know to survive. Don’t give anything away. Be in control, never controlled. Pick the right time, place, and situation to express the right emotion.
The next person who groped me didn’t scream, and they didn’t tell.
Reaching up, I drew her hand away, curling around her wrist. Rainey sighed as I kissed her palm.
“Just because Cairo picked me, doesn’t mean you had to let go of Quinn, or that we had to be here now.” She claimed another kiss on her fingertips. “You guys can admit you all want me, and none of you will let me go.”
“We all want you, and you’re not going anywhere. Go for a deep, dark confession next time.”
She giggled, spinning in my hands. I nipped and kissed along her tailbone. Rainey had the tiniest, barely there beauty mark in the middle of her left cheek. It was a certainty I’d now become obsessed with the damn thing, seeing it in my dreams.
“You willing to go deep and dark? Good,” she said. “That’s why I came. There are a few too many secrets holding sway over my life, Arsenio. I want to know who gave you Axel Verlice’s name, who you’re working for, and what the secret is that’s brought the Crows and Foundry down on us.”
“Do you?” Amusement laced my tone. “That’s quite a list of demands, but I’m afraid the confessional just closed up.”
I released her, getting to my feet.
“The priest has gone home.”
“Could the confessional open for one more?”
She faced me, secure in her nakedness, and it was no wonder. It was a crime worse than all I committed combined for this woman to walk around in clothes.
“When will I be ready for you?”
“You tell me.”
“Surely that’s for you to decide.” Rainey draped my arms around her waist. “Not me. Tell me I’m ready now, Arsenio. Take what you want from me.”
My heart thumped painfully against my rib cage, yanking a hiss through my teeth. This went against everything I learned in emotions management. It contravened years of hanging on to my cool—containing the slightest slip of anger or lust.
Ask the forgiveness of an actual priest, I was getting impatient.
I backed away and stretched out on the loveseat parked in the home gym. “You say you know what I want and you’re ready to give it to me. Prove it,” I said. “Tease me. Seduce me. Be my whore.” I flicked my painfully hard erection. “Get this guy to come and you won’t have to ask, because I’ll never stop giving.”
“S-seduce you?” Her voice hitched, widening my grin.
Rainey had gotten too used to us telling her when to sit, stay, beg, and come. Time to see how she behaved off the leash.
Face fire-engine red, Rainey slinked across the room, grabbing hold of my thighs. She trapped my gaze as she spread them apart, wining her hips to the ground—beginning her dance.
Rainey bobbed, dipped, and ground to music only she could hear. A slow, sultry tune if her lazy sway was anything to go by. She lay back flat to my chest, hair falling over my shoulder, and pressed my hands to her stomach as she slid down. I was passed over her mounds, indulging a squeeze. Legend was right. They were the perfect size.
De Souza continued down while I continued up. She swallowed my ring finger to the knuckle, lightly scraping me between her teeth drawing out.
My jaw clenched. On the scale of my sexual experiences, this was after-school Barney-special tame. So why was my cock throbbing so hard my eyes crossed?
She flipped over and straddled me, rocking unhurriedly on my lap, and bouncing those cherry-topped lovelies in my face. Rainey wiggled, lightly slapping them on my cheek, and the control I honed for ten years snapped.
“Fuuuuccckkk.”
“If this is what you were after, you shouldn’t have tortured yourself waiting.” The woman dared kissed me on the lips. “I was made to give you what you need.”
She picked up my hand and looked me in the eye as she pushed two fingers inside herself. A flush that glazed her eyes chased away the last of the embarrassment. “Feel that?”
Course I felt it. Her impossibly tight hole was wetter than a Slip ‘N Slide.
“That’s for you, Arsenio. It’s only for you.”
My fingers dug grooves in her hip that would be marks in the morning.
Snap, snap, snap. My self-control was tangible, living twine breaking to each kiss dotted down my chest. What was this woman doing to me?
Rainey freed my cock from its flimsy cloth prison and sheathed it between her lips. That Legend was her teacher was obvious. The guy didn’t believe in slow, soft, or easy. A trait he rubbed off on a woman who began giving blow jobs about a week ago. She bobbed her head like a hummingbird, sucking so hard her cheeks caved in.