Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
I should go to the hospital to check on her. My excuse is that I need to bring Mia clothes. When I open the door, I find her sleeping on the couch. My dick stiffens when I see the way the blankets are wrapped around her thick, juicy legs. I place the suitcase on the floor.
She sits up, rubbing sleep from her eyes. Her hair is messy across her forehead and over her face. The dress is low on the knees, but it still shows a hint of her perfect legs.
“So, how was it?” she says.
“Your dad gives me the creeps,” I tell her gruffly.
She looks down, her cheeks turning red. Even now, my body stirs for her, even when discussing this. There’s some demon in me, or she’s just that captivating.
“He should,” she mutters, “but stop being so pestering about that.”
“Pestering?” I say, smirking, walking toward her.
She kneels on the couch. Oh, damn, it makes her tits wobble when she moves like that. She looks up at me, her cheeks still flushed red, but looking like it’s for a different reason this time. Her breath comes fast, making her chest rise and fall enticingly.
“Don’t do that. Don’t smile like it’s all a big game.”
“It’s not a game,” I growl, “but if I had to kidnap anyone, I’m glad it’s you.”
“Don’t start talking about hourglasses again.”
With a shudder that makes my balls get tight and the base of my shaft flood with come and tension, I grab her hips and pull her toward me. “But it’s the truth,” I growl. “Your figure is traditional. It’s beautiful. You’re my pinup princess.”
She moans as I massage her hips, then slide my hands down over her legs, really savoring the feel of her body. As I lean down, she stares up at me, her mouth slightly open, her eyes wide. She looks so young, so beautiful. Is this wrong? Is there too much of an age gap?
It’s too damn late to be asking questions like that. “Getting cold feet?” she says, raising her eyebrow.
I sink my hands into her thick, tempting ass and pull her hard against me. She makes the horniest moaning noise when I press my lips against hers. She gasps and wraps her arms around me. The way she does it is so hot. She knows she shouldn’t want me, but she can’t stop herself. Just like me.
I should end this. Nothing good can come of this. I made myself promises to be alone and cold, but when I feel her heat, I can’t remember them. I grab her dress and start tugging on it.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“I need to see those big, perfect tits.”
“Just like that, huh?” She moves away from me, gliding her hands over my chest like she’s blocking herself.
My dick has never felt so full of come. It leaks out of my tip, hot and tingling, making me want to savage her.
“Was this your plan all along? Kidnap me, then have sex, just like that?” She snaps her fingers.
“I didn’t plan any of this,” I growl. “I didn’t plan on seeing you. I didn’t plan on…”
“What?” she snaps when I trail off.
“On wanting you,” I growl, “and I didn’t plan on that worm trying to hurt you. You can’t blame me for wanting to fuck your tight, perfect body, Mia. I can see when I say that you like it. The way you look at me. Fuck. It’s hot.”
She bites her lip, stroking her hand up her leg. My dick just about bursts with come.
I kiss her again. I can’t do anything else or even think about it. I have to kiss her the same damn way the sun has to rise. I make a groaning noise as I fall atop her on the couch. She gasps and puts her hand against me, leaning away slightly. Part of me wants to keep kissing her, claim her plump, perfect lips.
“Dante,” she whispers.
“I know,” I groan, hearing the pleasure in her voice. “You want it. You need it. You’re as hungry for it as I am, Mia.”
She nods, kissing me this time. She works her tongue into my mouth, wriggling against me in such a sexy way, but then she pushes against me.
“I can’t,” she whispers, and suddenly…
Hell, she’s got tears in her eyes.
“Mia,” I say, my voice shaking. Even now, there’s a savage, buried part of me that howls to take her, claim her, fill her with… with what? With a kid? With a future? What the fuck am I thinking?
“I’m sorry.”
She pushes against me and I give her the space she needs. She turns and springs to her feet and runs for the hallway. I sit there like a jackass, with my dick still half hard, watching her go. Slowly, I get up, trying to change the track in my mind. I have to forget how perfect she is, her curvy body, her moans, her hourglass, pinup-princess perfection.