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)
“I’ll have to work on that.”
“I could help.”
At the red light, I turn to her, and she chews her lip nervously.
“I mean, if it won’t get you in trouble with your boss, or I could just point you in the right direction.” She hurriedly adds, “The farmers’ market might be a good place to start.”
Before I realize what I’m doing, I’m leaning over the console, pressing my lips to the corner of hers. Our eyes lock, her cheeks flush, and then the light turns green.
She sits back, looking out her window, and I continue toward her taco truck of choice. We order and are headed back to the apartment to eat within fifteen minutes. Ten after that, we’re settled on the couch, a random movie on in the background while we eat.
I couldn’t tell you what’s on the screen. I haven’t watched a second of it. My focus is on her mouth as it closes over her fork, her fingers when she licks the tips, and she keeps licking the fucking tips, the sugar-rolled treat she had to have coating her skin with every touch.
She’s sitting in the corner of the couch, legs crossed, body facing mine, but eyes on the TV, savoring her last churro.
“Let me have a bite.”
Her attention snaps to me, and she gives a slow little shake of her head, nipping the thing in the center instead of on the end where she’s holding it. “I asked if you wanted one and you, Mr. I Can’t Eat That Sugary Shit, said no.”
I reach out, grip her by the thighs and tug her onto my lap.
Davis gasps, surprised, but settles over me in the next second. Her breasts rise with a deep inhale, her chin tucking close to her chest, all sweet and fucking shy-like.
She is sweet. Shy.
Soft.
My thumbs brush the skin of her thighs the slightest bit. “Please, let me taste?”
An instant flush colors her cheeks, and I revel in it. It wasn’t my intention to shoot for a double entendre, but I love how her mind spun it naughty, likely thinking about how I sucked her cum into my mouth.
I want to do it again.
She inches in, drawing herself closer to my chest, and the look in her eyes…
It’s… different. So fucking kind, gentle.
More?
“You’re giving in, Sweets, just like that?”
With the softest of smiles, she nods. “I was only teasing. You could ask me for anything, and I’d give it to you.”
My pulse pounds heavy beneath my rib cage, my grip on her thick thighs tightening a bit. “Why?”
She looks down, so I reach up, gliding my knuckles along her jaw until I meet her chin, then gently nudge it, bringing her eyes back to mine.
“Tell me why, Sweets?”
She stares at me a long, long moment and then, instead of speaking, she tears a small piece of the candy-coated treat and offers it to me.
I open my mouth, and she drops it inside.
My mouth closes around it, and I suck the dusted sugar from the crisp breading before swallowing. Davis leans forward then, and with the most hesitant of movements, lowers her lips to mine.
It’s a slow, soft, simple press of her mouth against my own, and then she pulls back, not looking up to me as she climbs from my body, wordlessly retreating to her bedroom. The soft click of the door snaps me out of my frozen state.
Why I froze, I don’t know.
Why I let her go, don’t know that either.
Untamable desire builds and fucking builds within me, causing a flare of fire deep in my bones.
I’m on my feet fast, at her door in seconds.
I don’t knock.
Her head snaps over her shoulder as I enter, her breath a sharp-inhaled gasp, and she spins to face me as my feet plant before her.
I don’t give her time to speak, but dig my hands in her hair, crushing my mouth to hers.
Shock ripples through her, sending a wake through her body. She shakes in my grasp, her hands coming up a second later and latching on to me to keep her steady.
As if I’d let her fall.
I tug her into my chest, and when my tongue presses at the seam of her mouth, she opens, her arms locking around my neck as I nudge her backward.
The back of her legs hit the mattress, and she lowers, taking me with her, onto her.
We haven’t been in this position yet, me on top of her, feeling every inch of her curves pressing to every inch of my body. I can feel the shape of her thighs now that I’m sunk between them, and fuck me, if my hips don’t align with hers in perfect fucking precision.
My cock presses to the center of her sleep shorts, and she gasps when I lose control, pressing hard against her.
I groan, driving my tongue deep into her mouth as my hands glide down her sides, coming back up to cup and squeeze her tits. Her full, soft tits.