Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
“Drake,” she whimpered when I gently nibbled on her clit, adding a second finger to her slick channel. She cried out, and I watched as she threw her head back, her walls clutching at my fingers as she came. Fuck, that was quick, and I couldn’t stop my ego from inflating if I’d tried.
One down, two to go.
I removed my fingers from her and slid my tongue into her sweet cunt, lapping at her before I began to tongue fuck her, my thumb circling her clit. Her body trembled, pornographic cries and moans falling from her lips until she came a second time.
“Can you give me one more, baby girl?” I asked her, my voice rough. I was so hard it fucking hurt, but tonight was about her—not me.
She shook her head, but I just grinned and dove back in, knowing she could even if she didn’t think so. I curled two fingers inside of her again before sucking hard on her clit. I groaned when I hit that sweet spot inside of her, and she came harder than the last two times combined, screaming my name. Her entire body jerked with the waves of ecstasy flowing through her until she sagged, limply sitting up against the wall.
I stood back up and then leaned over her, kissing her, sliding my tongue along hers. She moaned at the flavor of herself, and I leaked precum from my tip. I was so addicted to her.
First time I’d ever had a girl moan from their own taste, and fuck, it was quickly becoming my new favorite thing. Hot as hell when a woman didn’t shy away from tasting herself.
“Let me get you bathed,” I gently told her.
She weakly nodded her head, too tired to speak. I quickly grabbed her washcloth and lathered it with some Eucalyptus scented soap that smelled fucking amazing. I took a quick note of the bottle and brand so I could get some for myself. Because fuck if I didn’t want to be drowned in the scent of her every time I showered.
After I got her bathed and rinsed, I dried her off and then carried her naked body to bed. She swallowed down the pain pills, her eyelids drooping.
“Clothes,” she mumbled when I laid her down.
I pressed my lips to her forehead and pulled the covers over her. “You don’t need clothes, baby girl. Just go to sleep.”
She nodded her head, and within a minute, she was out, soft snores leaving her lips. I gently trailed the backs of my fingers down her cheek, a soft smile curving my lips.
I was done for. Elizabeth was the only girl for me. Not a single other soul could ever compare.
Elizabeth
I was alone when I woke up the next morning, my alarm going off on my phone to wake me up for school. Groaning, I swiped across my phone screen to turn it off before slowly peeling the blankets back. I winced at the pain flaring through my face and hissed a breath through my teeth.
Today was going to suck.
I got dressed in a pair of black leggings with a plain, black, long-sleeve shirt before heading into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I smiled at the glass of water and pain tablet on the counter. A note was sitting beside the glass of water.
Take the medicine and then come downstairs to eat.
I quickly downed the pill and then headed downstairs with my now-empty glass. It smelled like bacon and eggs, and my stomach growled in anticipation. Drake looked up when I stepped into the kitchen and then walked over to me, taking the glass from my hand and planting a kiss on my lips.
“Morning, baby girl. Go ahead and sit down. I’ll bring your food to you.”
“Thank you,” I said softly, taking a seat at the bar. My eyes roamed over his tall, fit body as he flipped the bacon over in the pan to check both sides before setting them on a plate. “You didn’t have to cook.”
He shook his head. “You already don’t eat enough as it is, and you can’t be taking those pain pills on an empty stomach.” He set a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of me. “I know you probably can’t stomach all that, but try to eat as much as you can, yeah?”
I picked up a piece of bacon, using my nails instead of the tips of my fingers so I wouldn’t burn myself. “Where did the food come from?” Mom and Dad never left me food like this. I didn’t even know how to cook. And it made me feel extremely ashamed and embarrassed that Drake knew how to.
“Had it delivered,” he said with a shrug.
I frowned, chewing on my greasy, salty bacon. God, it tasted so good. It was the perfect mix of chewy and crunchy. “You have money?”