Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 74(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
I plan to knock up my girl and marry her before my older brother knows what’s happening.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
MILLY
Damien helps me off the bike before taking my hand and pulling me into the cute little ranch house. I barely have time to glance around the dark interior as he rushes toward two dark wood double doors at the end of the hallway.
The next thing I know, he’s sitting on the edge of his large bed with me draped across his lap. “If memory serves me right,” his warm palm massages my ass cheek, and I feel the heat of his touch through my yoga pants, “I owe you a spanking.” He gives two quick smacks over my pants.
I glance back over my shoulder and smile, throwing caution to the wind. “I’m yours. Do what you want.”
“Oh, little peach. You have no idea what you just agreed to.” Damien groans. I’m not worried. I trust my handsome prince completely. He would never hurt me.
A shiver runs down my back as he places me on the bed before standing. He slowly strips while staring into my eyes. My gaze slides down his muscular chest and rock-hard abdomen, and my girly parts clench when he lowers his zipper. Damien drops his pants, and my mouth falls open. Oh my. My prince is packing heat.
I pull my t-shit over my head and toss it aside. When I reach behind my back to unhook my bra, Damien shakes his head. “I get to free your gorgeous tits.”
“O-okay,” I stutter and drop my hands.
“Have you changed your mind?” Damien frowns.
“No.” My eyes follow his hand as he reaches down to grasp his hard cock. “I just don’t know if this is going to work.”
“Don’t worry, little peach. We’ll make it work,” he promises and stalks over to me.
I attempt to hide the panic I’m feeling, but I think the sweat breaking out on my forehead gives me away.
“You can still change your mind.” He stares into my eyes.
“Not on your life.” I pull up my big girl panties. Not really. I actually slide my pants and panties down my legs and then toss them on the floor. “Now, get a move on.” I push my worries to the back of my mind and get ready to hold on for a wild ride.
“Yes, ma’am.” Damien drops to his knees on the side of the bed and spreads my legs. He runs his hand up and down the inside of my thigh, torturing me. Never quite touching my needy girly parts. I nearly self-combust when he starts telling me all the dirty things he’s going to do to me.
My eyes cross when Damien leans over and runs his tongue straight up my center. “You’re really good at this,” I tell him, wondering where he learned the tricks he’s using on me.
He nips my inner thigh. “Porn is a great educator for teenage boys.”
I don’t even have a comeback for that. It’s impossible to imagine my handsome prince watching porn.
“Does that shock you, little peach?” He stares into my eyes and runs his tongue around my clit.
“Huh?” My brain short-circuits as pleasure explodes through my body. Damien slides a finger around my opening while aftershocks run along my nerves.
“Have I shocked you, little peach?” He presses his finger deeper into my virgin opening. My brain turns to mush as I arch my back and cry out his name.
Damien sucks on my clit while slowly thrusting his finger into my wetness.
“Your pleas are going to make me come like a schoolboy,” he growls against my sensitive flesh, then presses a second finger to my hungry core.
His fingers bring me closer to the edge as he kisses his way up my body, leaving little nibbles along the way. I’m not sure anything could feel better than this. Of course, my freaking overachiever prince decides to show me exactly how great it can get. Damien takes his time sucking on each of my nipples before continuing his oral examination of my neck. When he whispers, “I fucking love you,” in my ear, my virgin intimate muscles clench around his fingers.
“I love you, too,” I manage to mumble. At least, that’s what I think I say. Who knows what really came out of my mouth since my freaking brain shut down a while back?
“Now, fuck me already.” Oh. That was definitely me.
“My demanding little peach.” He sucks hard on the side of my throat, and I realize I’m going to have a mark. A tiny spark of apprehension hits me, but I shut it down as he presses into my wet center. My fingernails dig into his shoulders when a small bite of pain mixes with unbelievable pleasure. Within a few thrusts, the pain is forgotten and I’m lifting my hips to meet Damien’s thrusts. Our teeth click together while our tongues duel.