Total pages in book: 206
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 192184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 961(@200wpm)___ 769(@250wpm)___ 641(@300wpm)
I guess the moral of the story was, Be Careful What You Wish For.
I was exhausted in mind and body. I had somehow gone from trembling to completely still against him. He was holding me in strong arms like I was something precious. What a contradiction!
His hand occasionally moved either up or down my back and every once in a while, I’d feel his lips or fingers moving in my hair. A whimper involuntarily escaped my lips and then he was pulling my leg up at the knee to drape it over him. I was pretty much totally on top of him, trying hard to ignore the erection poking me against my inner thigh. I tried to ignore what was happening despite the fact that it was scaring the heck out of me. I worried that the longer I lay here awake the more likely he would do something sexual. I decided I should try to sleep. I just wanted this day over. I had no idea what tomorrow would bring, but today had kicked me upside the head and it needed to just be done.
I cried softly, tears dropping onto his naked chest. He just stroked my head and my back as if he was the solution, not the problem. Then he took my right hand and held it against his chest over his heart, not letting go. His left hand was moving up and down my back. My left hand was at my side, clenched into a fist, my cheek on his bare chest.
I don’t know how long I lay there crying on him in a puddle of tears while he stroked my hair and my back and rhythmically stroked my fingers with his thumb on his chest against his loudly beating heart, but eventually I felt my eyes droop. This beast was comforting me by holding me and stroking me and somehow it was working. I guessed it was working because it had to work. My fist loosened and my breathing started to even out. I had to act like I had no problem lying with my body on his or else he’d take me against my will. Or maybe I just shut down out of being totally, completely, devastatingly overwhelmed.
She felt so fucking good in my arms. I was a ‘wham, bam, fuck off, ma’am’ kind of guy. Not one to spoon a chick after I fucked her, not one to snuggle up with. Not ever. I’d always just left after sex, never subscribed to the whole ‘aftercare’ bit after a scene. Why did this feel so good, so right? Why did I make this deal with her tonight? The answer in my head was crystal clear. Because she was mine. I hadn’t even fucked her yet, but she was already mine; I knew deep down that it was my job to look after her so that’s what I wanted to do. Right now, holding her, her sleeping on me, felt so fucking right. I was jumping ahead to a result I wanted, but that I wasn’t patient enough to wait to earn.
I was surprised at myself, my actions. Earlier today I couldn’t wait to fuck her. Couldn’t wait to tear those panties down and plunge into her, holding her by the hair while I showed her who she belonged to. When she got mouthy with me I wanted to haul her over my knee and spank her until she begged for mercy. Now, I just wanted to comfort her. I wanted that even though I knew being here with me was the source of her tears.
Her life had shattered into a million pieces by that douchebag of a father of hers. Right now, I just wanted her to stop trembling and fall asleep in my arms. I wanted those stress lines off her pretty face. I felt a warm tingling in me as I heard her breathing even out. A while later, I touched her cheek and when I did, she, obviously asleep, nuzzled into me, like she did wanna be here. I let out a long breath and closed my eyes, deciding that while Greg O’Connor had paid his debt to my father, now he owed me something. I gritted my teeth. I was gonna make him pay dearly for doing this to her.
4
Sensation woke me. Sensation between my legs. What was happening? I opened my eyes. I was in Tommy Ferrano’s bed, on my back. Daylight. Then it hit me that he was nestled between my legs with his mouth on me down there. Holy crap.
I tensed up. I couldn’t see him since he was under the blankets, but he had my hips in his hands and his tongue was flicking down there, on my clit. He was doing to me what he’d done to that cherry. Fuck!