Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
He looks good between my legs. He looks like a painting, forever etched into my mind.
He continues as he moves down again, his tongue slipping farther inside of me. He dips his long fingers inside once again, pushing them in and out in time with the flicking of his talented tongue. I’ve never felt anything so good before and never want it to end. It does, though, coiling in my spine and building up slowly.
My back arches with anticipation as my pleasure comes to a head and white-hot warmth spreads through my body. I come around Eddie’s fingers, squeezing him.
After lapping up what was left, Eddie returns to my mouth, letting me taste myself on his lips as he slips his tongue inside my mouth once again. I feel absolutely wrecked by him; this man has made me feel something I never have.
Eddie pulls his boxers off, and his hard length falls heavily out of them.
I must have thought about what was inside those tight jeans a hundred times, but now that I’m really here with the heavy heat of him perched in front of me in this position, I realize just how big he really is. It’s a lot for me to take in. Literally.
People have always told me, even more in the Scarlet Lounge now, that size never matters, but I realize now that they haven’t been with someone like Eddie. And they never will be either.
This man is mine now, claimed, and I don’t want to ever let him go. The thought of it alone is painful for me to imagine.
I can’t help myself, and I’m too impatient not to pull him to my body, my thighs trembling in excitement, with my mouth glued to his. I can’t wait for him to push himself inside of me and bury his length in my body until we become one.
His helm touches my wet folds, rubbing gently, and I freeze.
What if I’m not good enough?
What if it’s not good for him?
What if I’m the worst he’s ever had?
Eddie must feel something change where I’m underneath his warm body, worrying about dumb things. He stops and pulls away from me, looking worried about me.
“Are you sure about this? We can always just…,” Eddie begins, moving back.
“No. I want this.” I pull him in for another kiss, desperate and so afraid that he’s going to leave me. “Please, Eddie, I want you. I want it to be you.”
“You’re sure, though? Is this okay with you? I don’t want to hurt you, Kat,” Eddie’s voice is soft and gentle, and it lights me up like the orange pumpkin lanterns hung in the trees of Piedmont Park. He has no idea what he means to me, even now.
“Eddie, I trust you more than anyone,” I tell him gently. I let out an elated laugh, kissing him even harder than before. “I’m sure about this, okay? This is okay.”
Eddie doesn’t answer me. He just kisses me back with a surprising amount of energy and feeling. I can almost taste his need in the urgency of his movements. His teeth bite down on the soft swell of my bottom lip, leaving my mouth extra bruised and sensitive to his touch.
His member hardens, standing at attention, and earning a gasp from my lips. He’s still not sure that he isn’t going to hurt me. “One last time. Are you really sure about this? Kathleen, you need….”
“Eddie, I am so sure. I want you,” I tell him quickly, pulling his body to mine.
My fingers grip his back, digging in and leaving marks, a reminder of this night on his skin. I want him to look and feel me there, in the indents of my love for him.
Eddie laughs, kissing me softly and giving me a smirk.
“Gladly,” he says, lust growing in his eyes.
His big hands bring his hard length to my entrance, and then he pushes inside.
I can’t help but groan in discomfort of his heavy length inside of me. Eddie must sense my discomfort because he stops for a moment, letting me catch my breath.
His hands guide his length to my entrance once again, and then he pushes his length inside of me once more, filling me with his throbbing cock.
There is some pain for only a moment, just a pinch, and then a flood of pleasure swallows me in its warm embrace. He is everything and everywhere, all around.
“Kat…,” Eddie’s voice breaks as he thrusts in and out of me, just once, and I’m already aching for more. “Kat, you’re so damn tight. ”
For my brother’s sake and for the person I wanted to be, I pretend that love was a sickness, drowning and rotting people from the inside out. My father torched my mother in his love, leaving her to burn. She was only ashes by the end of it. I never wanted to be left behind and broken. I keep to myself because of it.