Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Seeing her again tonight confirmed it.
I’m all in. I’ll risk it all. Whatever it takes.
“I lock my doors since a strange man is staying in our house. Since some guy I don’t even know is sharing my bathroom, Mom,” Lexie replies with that sort of bratty enunciation reserved for young girls to their moms.
I hear Patricia’s laugh and my heart softens. She’s a good fucking mom, Lexie was right. She’s stopped the cycle of horror and I’m damn proud of my little sister, foster or not.
“He’s your uncle. Not a strange man.”
“But he’s not really my uncle, is he? Let’s get that straight.”
“Fine, fine, Miss Precision,” Patricia bites back. Then the sound of a kiss on a cheek. And then finally, fucking finally, the door swings shut. But I don’t move a muscle.
CHAPTER 10
Lexie
I lock the door again. Once I hear my mom’s footsteps descend the stairs, I tiptoe toward the bed.
Under the camouflage of the comforter and the stuffies, Marshall is completely still and I wonder if he’s even holding his breath.
It’s pretty dang impressive that someone so gargantuan can hold so perfectly still. I move some of the stuffed animals off his face, biting back my giggle.
“Close one,” I whisper.
He nods into Shamu. But he’s smiling. I can tell he loves it just as much as I do. He looks so stinking cute in a sea of stuffies. All hard and dark in the sea of softness and light.
I slip the comforter off him, revealing his bulging hard-on though his pants.
And I am helpless to stop myself from touching him.
I undo his belt, unfasten his suit pants, and slide my hand down, gripping the shaft. His muscles flex and tense, and I see his pulse pounding in the pronounced veins that run in every direction on his cock. The skin of the tip is so soft, so tender, so surprisingly delicate for something with such power.
I’m wearing a little sundress, with nothing underneath, and so in a matter of one step and then another, I am straddling him, before he can even move.
Spreading my legs opens me up to the cool air-conditioned air. I dip into myself with my first finger and then offer my wetness to him. He sucks me clean, biting my finger softly but possessively as he does.
“Fuck, yes,” he growls.
But even at a whisper, his voice is so loud and deep that I just know if he says much more, he’ll completely give us away. Keeping my body above his, and his tip right at my opening, I press my hand over his mouth to silence him.
It surprises him. I can see that. And I like it. I know nothing about sex, nothing about how this is supposed to go. But I like how it is with us. That he gives me a little power now and then.
Still holding my hand tight over his mouth, I take his shaft in my other hand and squeeze. I position his cock right at my opening and feed it into my pussy. I slowly lower myself onto him, taking him inside me. Inch by girthy inch.
I suppress a deep moan as I take him fully inside me. My pussy is sore from last night; my clit is tender from a few minutes ago. But the pain…there is none. It’s nothing but pleasure.
God, he feels so good. Every time I take him inside me, it brings new sensations to my body. New goosebumps. New prickling waves of shimmering pleasure.
The curve of his cock matches my pussy perfectly. I can’t imagine every couple fits like this. If they did, if they could, they’d never do anything else. I lean down, close to his ear.
“Is it always like this? Does it always feel this good?”
He shakes his head. I don’t move my hand away. But his eyes say it all.
Only with you.
He brings his big hands up my thighs, my hips, my waist. He drags his fingers along my skin, like he’s memorizing every inch of me.
With his finger and thumb, he pinches and twists my nipple. I suck in a breath, wincing. I try to pull away. But he doesn’t let me go.
The pain intensifies the pleasure, and I grind into him harder, deeper, more.
The pinch relents, bringing with it a wave of relief. I steady myself with my hands on his shoulders.
When I take my hand away, he takes my nipple in his mouth to soothe it. His dark eyes look up at me, studying me, there’s a flush of warmth on his rugged cheeks.
I run my fingers through his close-cropped hair. His eyes close, and I watch his face soften into the most exquisite peace.
As he sucks on my nipple, teasing and biting me with every greedy slurp, he guides my ass gently as I ride him, teaching me what to do, what he likes. Where we need to go.