Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 44(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
“Holy hell.” His hands fall away from me, shocking my skin with a sudden rush of cold.
5
Joel
Lainey sits on my lap, her bare skin glowing in the firelight. She looks like an angel, an apparition, an emissary from heaven come to bless the faithful. Except I’d be the last person an angel would visit.
And yet here she is, midnight eyes and hair, unwrapped in my lap like a gift.
She came up here to seduce me.
I can’t move. I can’t speak. I can’t think.
After a moment, she shivers and wraps her arms around herself. Her chin drops. “Please don’t say no.”
I gather her to me immediately, sliding my arms around her. “No. No. I’d never say no to you.” She collapses against me and I encourage her to, pulling her chest flush to mine and stroking her hair. “I don’t think I'm capable of it.”
She shudders, and I feel the emotions filling her to the brim. She’s been through a lot in the last hour. I keep her cradled against me for a while, stroking my hand up and down her back. Eventually, I can’t resist rubbing her bottom, exploring the marks I left on her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She relaxes further.
I glide my hand over her body, finding my way to the seam between her legs. I shift her in my lap, easing her thighs apart and soothing them until they relax and fall open.
The scent of her arousal rises, and I grit my teeth so I don’t come in my pants. I haven’t had to fight an orgasm like this since I was a teen, and even then I didn’t have to fight this hard. Lainey destroys my control.
“You’re going to give me this,” I cup my palm over her sweet pussy, “for Christmas?” She’s hot and pulsing and oh so wet in my hand. My rough, tattooed hand. The contrast of her perfection against my ugly flesh should make me want to look away. Instead, it gets me hotter. “This most perfect gift… for me?”
She squirms but her lashes lift and she looks squarely at me. “Yes. I want you…” her voice wobbles and she musters more strength, “I want you to have it. To have me.”
I wait for her to change her mind. She’s not drunk. She’s alone but she drove up here. For me. She hasn’t said no. She took off her shirt.
And as I stare, her chin lifts another inch.
She wants this.
I can’t wait a second longer. I scoop her up and stride to my bed, where I lay her out like the virgin offering she is.
As I stare down at her, I know two things: I’m going to hell for this. But it’ll be worth it.
She’s so soft and sweet—chubby thighs and belly, lush breasts spilling out of the top of her sexy bra, lying on my faded flannel sheets. I can’t resist her.
This is a dream. In the morning, she’ll be gone.
But right now, she’s here. My angel. My miracle on a dark and sacred night.
I lean down and kiss the inside of her knee. She squirms and kicks, unused to being worshiped. If I get my way, she’ll get used to it. I’ll work my way up her gorgeous body, pleasuring every inch of her. I’ll tie her down if I have to. My bed posts are sturdy. And tomorrow—
No. There’ll be no tomorrow. This gift, this miracle, is only for one night. I need to make the best of it.
So I get comfy between her legs. When she tries to inch her knees closed, I part her thighs so her pussy blossoms. The scent of her is the sweetest perfume. I kiss a line from her knee to inches from her dripping center, my beard scraping up the sensitive flesh until it’s chafed pink. I like my mark on her.
“Joel,” she breathes. Her hands come to rest on my head. If she tries to push me away, I’ll pin them down, but for now I like how her fingers tangle in my hair, ready to hold on tight. “You don’t have to go slow for me. You can—”
“Shhh, babygirl.” I stroke two fingers up and down her outer pussy lips, rubbing them with the lightest touch. She’s shaved smooth, and ultra sensitive. She torques her hips one way, then the other, and I steady her with a hand at her waist. “There’s no rush. This is for me.”
“But—”
“No talking.” I make it an order, and don’t miss how her pussy gushes in response. Beautiful. I scoot further to the apex of her thighs. “I’m going to get to know you. Inside and out.” I take one labia between a thumb and forefinger and rub until she can’t catch a breath. I nuzzle the inside of her knee, nipping her tender flesh. She’s spread before me like a book, and I want to read every chapter. Study every paragraph. Memorize every line.