Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Can she let her body lead, right here, right now?
I don’t say yes.
Don’t say no either, and slowly, so. Fucking. Slowly, the velvety pads of her fingertips find the exposed skin of my left bicep. They drag lower, back, until she’s gripping my muscle firmly, and her lips part when I make no move to stop her.
Without warning, her leg loops over me, and in a single, swift move, she hauls herself on top.
My back flattens on the blanket, and the second my eyes meet hers, hooded and hovering over me, my cock twitches in my jeans.
I want to touch her, tug her, push against her ass.
I don’t.
Little Davis, though, she’s got ideas of her own, and she’s determined to test them out.
She lowers her hips with caution, bringing them flush to mine, right over the zipper strained against me. Her shorts trek a little higher as her legs stretch around me, her knees pressed firm into the blanket at my sides.
“What now?” A soft, sweet shyness wraps her words in a whisper.
“Your body is leading, remember?” I keep my tone as neutral as possible, when I’m using far too much mind power to keep from grinding up into her.
I know she feels me; it’s why she froze the second she planted.
My cock is lined at her center. Right where it wants to be.
Anticipation draws through my veins when a sly, naughty smile pulls at her lips, her lashes fanning along her cheeks as she points her attention to my throat. Her knuckles glide along the vein, pressing against it. “Do whatever it wants?”
I raise a brow. “Within reason, and without forgetting, there’s a gang of people staring at you straddling me.”
“Reason is boring.”
An unexpected chuckle pushes past my lips, and my dick decides to twitch.
Her eyes snap to mine, widening as my length grows beneath her.
“Our bodies are in control,” I remind her, reminding myself to do the exact opposite.
Her nod is almost unnoticeable, and then she dares to move. Her hips, they roll forward. Once. Twice.
My hands shoot to her waist, and she freezes.
“I’m sorry,” she rushes.
My teeth clink shut before I can tell her she’s got it wrong, that I grabbed her out of need, and how the last thing I want her to do is stop, but this is good.
She had to fucking stop.
Can’t dance on my dick.
Can’t rip the reason from my mind with her deep forward rolls and slow backward ones.
Fuck me, that’s how she’d ride.
Again, I need her to stop, so why do my palms play as a guide, my fingertips pressing into her lower back, leading her to lean forward until her hands are forced to plant on my chest?
Because at this angle, her clit will be worked…
Davis rolls once more, and when her lips part with a sharp gasp, my teeth clench.
God, she’s discovering the simplest of touches, testing them in subtle waves.
The sounds I would earn from you, Sweets…
Desire kicking up, I clamp my lids closed, and seconds later, I’m struck with a hot, wet tongue across my neck.
A groan slips free. It’s chest deep and any hope I had to stay at half-mass is out the fucking window.
I’m hard as a rock. Aching.
“This is a horrible idea.” The huskiness in her tone is almost unbearable, but the words she spoke slap at my sense, shaking me from the haze she’s got me in.
Davis is close to dry fucking me right here, where who knows how many can see.
Our gazes lock.
Her hands push down, and I wait for her to climb off before I’m forced to move her, but then she says, “Can I have the tepee alone for a few minutes?”
All the blood in my body rushes to the tip of my dick, swelling, begging for the release she’s in need of.
So fucking brazen, my sweet, innocent Sweets.
Only for me, my mind screams, but I cut the bitch at the collar.
“You want me to wait out here, knowing you’re making yourself come in there?”
“Considering you said no when I asked you to watch, yes.” Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “This whole, first move, let your body lead lesson is sweet, sweet torture. So yeah. I’m fine with torturing you for a minute or two. Or maybe more.” She thinks better of it. “I didn’t exactly think to bring my toy.”
My brows crash. Her toy.
That’s right, she took batteries in her room.
Possessiveness prickles along my spine, and my body jerks upright, arms flying around her back to keep her against me, and then she’s right fucking there. Eye to eye. Lip to lip.
“You slide a fake cock inside this virgin pussy?” My hands drag down her ass, and I can’t stop them, jealousy burning me up from the inside out. “Answer me, Sweets.”
Her headshake is slow. “N-no. It’s just a little… vibrator thing, clit stimulation and all that. My fingers they…”