Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67795 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Each of his words hit like a blow straight to my chest. The passion and vitriol in his words ring as if they are the gospel.
“I’m trying to,” I insist.
“No, you’re not. You think you know everything, and the world is black and white. I’m bad and Braden is good, but you never stop to ask yourself why. Because church is just another corrupt enterprise, and you’re too fucking afraid to judge it because you might piss off your sky daddy.”
I suck in a breath, ready to tell him that he’s wrong, so wrong that he wouldn’t know right if it slapped him in the face. That’s what I want to tell him, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out, and his lips crash into mine.
Chapter Six
Shades
Letty’s a stuck-up, know-it-all with a giant fucking stick up her ass, not to mention she has a hard-on for the imaginary dude upstairs but kissing her seems like a good way to shut her up.
My lips touch hers, and my tongue slips past her plump, blush pink lips. She freezes for a long moment, so fucking long I’m sure she’s going to bite my tongue off or pull back and kick me in the nuts.
Except that’s not what happens. Instead of fighting me or the crazy fucking electricity between us, even as we stand in her beloved church, she starts kissing me back.
She. Is. Kissing. Me. Back.
It’s tentative at first, a sign of her clumsiness and inexperience, but that sign of inexperience only makes the kiss that much fucking hotter.
She presses against me in an unconscious move, and I can feel the hard tips of her nipples as her arousal grows. Yeah, she wants this as much as I do, even though she acts all prissy and above it all.
Her tongue dances with mine, and even though she has no goddamn clue what she’s doing, it’s working for me. That slight arch of her back brings those big, meaty tits pressed up against my chest so I can feel her nipples harden with every swipe of my tongue.
She’s turned on. I know it with every fiber of my being, and I pull her closer, cupping her face because girls like her get off on that kind of shit. She moans when I suck on her tongue, and I resist the urge to smile at that move. Instead, I slide one hand from her jaw to the back of her head, angling her perfectly so I can devour that perfect rosebud mouth. And I fucking devour it, taking her mouth and making it mine while she works hard to catch up with me.
Another moan escapes from her juicy lips, and my cock grows harder by the second, but these clumsy kisses tell me this encounter isn’t going to end with my jizz dripping down her legs for the rest of the afternoon.
No, this is something else, I don’t know what, but I’m not pulling away. I can’t. My free hand slides from the middle of her back down to her ass, and what a mighty fine ass it is.
Letty’s ass isn’t hard like chicks who hit the gym. It’s firm with just enough jiggle that I’m thinking about how it’ll look when I fuck her from behind. Nothing gets to me quite like that ass jiggle.
Instead of a moan, Letty rewards me with a growl of approval when I grab her ass and pull her closer, close enough that she can feel my cock hard against her belly.
She’s so fucking responsive that I’m having a tough time controlling myself. I want to flip up the church-girl dress she’s wearing and bury my face in her cunt, make her sweet lips say the dirtiest things she can imagine while I slip a finger in, and make her scream my name.
Not now, I tell myself, or maybe I’m just talking to my cock because he’s trying to break free and get to the goods. Instead, I move from her ass and slide over her hips and up to her slender waist before I move north and cup one of those beautiful tits. They’re plump as I test the weight in my hand before I give it a good squeeze, okay, a few squeezes, before my thumb brushes over the nipple.
“Oh!”
That word. That one fucking word and my cock is leaking behind my zipper. She fucking likes it and has no idea why. No clue why her nipples are hard and why her body is responding like it is to a guy she clearly hates.
I do it again just because that sound will live in my dreams until I’ve had that pussy every way possible.
This time she jumps back and gasps, blue eyes glazed over with lust. It only takes a moment before clarity takes over. Before rational thought replaces lust and want.