Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46914 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
When she takes my hand, I know I won’t be able to hold off for long. I can feel all her nerves and her desire as she squeezes me firmly.
We walk to the front door together.
My teeth clench when I see there’s no lock. It’s propped open with a cinderblock.
“Holy shit,” a man says in the lobby, leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette indoors. “You’re Weston Wyatt.”
“I get that all the time,” I tell him. “But I’m not.”
We walk up the stairs, me and Alice, our hands clasped like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
My savage brain imagines her hand wrapped around my bulging cock instead, stroking precome from my tip to my base, moving faster as she makes little breathy moans.
“The elevator’s busted,” she says as we take another flight.
“It’s fine,” I tell her, knowing she deserves better than this, knowing I can provide it for her… and wondering if that’s her plan.
But I offered her the ride, not the other way around.
Opening her apartment door, she waves me inside. It’s small and cheap, but I can tell pride has been taken in keeping it clean and as presentable as it can be.
“Take a seat if you want,” she says, with stiffness in her voice. “I’ll get us a drink.”
She softly whimpers when I surge toward her.
I don’t plan to, but I can’t stop, not now we’re alone, not with her so close… with her wild gorgeous hair and her shy sexy smile and her everything.
I loop my arms around her hips, gruffly moaning as I press down on her lower back, pushing her body against mine, letting her feel how hard I am for her.
She gazes at me with wide eyes, and then I lean down, knowing this isn’t how I should do it. Knowing it could make her feel cheap, kissing her the second the door is closed. But the hunger inside of me is too loud, too fierce, everything swelling as I guide my lips closer and closer to hers.
“My mystery woman,” I say, smirking.
She moans gently, gliding her hands up my arms to my shoulders.
Her touch trembles like she can’t believe it or hardly contain herself.
It.
All the lust, the want.
Our lips touch, and I’m lost.
Lost forever.
When I taste the nervous texture of her lips, her mouth doesn’t respond immediately and then responds enthusiastically. I know no other woman could ever compare.
Hell, I knew it the second I laid eyes on her.
But this confirms it, solidifies it.
She gasps through the kiss when I glide my hands down to her ass, meaning to massage her curvy cheeks gently, but unable to contain the fire flaring inside of me.
I push forward, guiding her close to the kitchen partition, and then lift her up and sit her down on it.
We’re kissing all the while, moaning, our tongues finding each other as if they’ve been waiting forever to do just that.
I know I have. I look back on the way my life has gone and am thankful that I never found a woman who broke my grumpy spell before now.
Not that any other woman could.
I’m instantly addicted to her lips, her body, her everything as I grind my manhood against her sex through our clothes.
She makes the hottest whimpering noises through the tight press of our mouths as I grip her hips and guide her closer toward me.
“What are we doing?” she moans, breaking off the kiss but keeping her mouth close to mine, so I can taste her and feel her breath.
“What does it feel like?” I smirk, my cock bursting with tension, my helm aching.
“I mean… what do you want from me?”
“Everything….”
She gasps as I lift her again, carrying her to the couch and laying her down. Every noise she makes is like a beckoning call, telling me to take her harder, with more possession.
Her arms wrap around me as I lay down, careful not to rest my full weight on her.
Her breasts push against my rock-hard chest, and I can feel the heat of her body, the need set deeply inside of her, calling out to me with more and more urgency each moment.
Leaning aside, I glide my hand up her leg, groaning as I feel the fullness of her thighs, her luscious thickness making me want to erupt into animal mode, turn into a beast as I tear off her pants, free my cock, drive into her hard and deep and instantly explode to create a life.
But no, I’d never do that.
I want to take my time with my woman.
To make her ache and shimmer and erupt with lust before I free the seed writhing hotly up and down my dick.
A shiver moves through her body when I press down on her sex.
It’s just like my fantasies, her hot wetness tempting my touch.
She breaks off the kiss again. My mouth tingles with the need to be close to her, with the undeniable imperative of my woman.