Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
We stare at one another for a long moment before she breaks the silence. “Why am I here now, Flynn? What’s changed?”
“I was giving you time to heal. Time to stop hating me.”
“And you’ve decided I don’t hate you anymore?”
“No,” I admit, and I see a little grin at the edge of her lips. “I’ve decided I don’t care if you hate me. I’m done waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
Without another word, I close the final space between us and press my lips to hers. She’s still at first, but as soon as I lick that pouty bottom lip, she opens her mouth and lets me in.
“Good girl,” I tell her before I enter her again and then groan at how good she tastes.
Fuck, I’ve wanted this. I’ve dreamed of this exact moment—having her in my bed and underneath me. But I can’t rush this. The need to take more and more is overwhelming, but somehow I force myself to slow down.
Pulling back enough so that it breaks the kiss, I can feel her ragged breath on my wet lips. “Give me a second.” Why do I sound like I’m out of breath?
“You want to stop?” Thankfully, she sounds just as worked up as I do.
“No.” I swallow hard and stare into her eyes before I shake my head. “I’m trying not to embarrass myself.”
My cock is throbbing against her leg like it has its own pulse. Hell, maybe it does right now because it feels like all the blood in my body has rushed to my dick.
“Does it hurt?”
She looks up at me innocently through those thick lashes as her soft thigh nudges my cock. The sound that leaves me is guttural as I bury my face in her neck. She does it again, and my goddamn body responds in kind by humping her back. My cock makes demands, and before I know what’s happening, I’m humping her leg like a horny dog.
“Zelly,” I moan in her neck when my lips find her ear. “I need to stop.”
“Then stop.” She says the words, but I feel her hands on me, pulling me closer.
“I can’t.” The words sound desperate to my own ears as I edge closer and closer to cumming in my pants while dry-humping her leg.
That’s when I feel her thighs widen, and I shift so that I’m rutting against the soft inside of her leg now. So close to that warm wet center I’ve been dripping for. How many times have I taken my cock in my hand with thoughts of sinking into her hot little pussy? Thousands.
“Flynn,” she moans as my mouth moves down her neck and to the front of her shirt. I can see her hard nipples through the thin material, and I can’t stop myself from going over and biting one little nub.
She lets out a small scream of pleasure as I lick the material and get it wet, then do it again. I want to strip her bare, but somehow it’s dirtier with clothes on.
It’s gone too far, and just when I’m about to tell her we need to stop, the alarm next to the bed goes off.
The sound of someone coming to my house uninvited is quite possibly the only thing that could tear me away from Zelly.
“What’s wrong?” she asks when she sees me sit up quickly and glance around.
“Someone’s here.”
Chapter Eleven
ZELLY
What the hell? Of course someone is here. My whole body is humming with desire, and all I want is to grab his shirt and pull him back down onto the bed. Instead, I let go of his arm that my fingers are digging into.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He cups the back of my neck and then his mouth comes down onto mine in a hard kiss before he releases me to stand.
Damn, that was hot. The skin on my neck tingles where he grabbed me so possessively. Looks like I enjoy his manhandling. Good thing because he’s the only one I would ever let get away with it.
“That’s the second time you’ve called me beautiful,” I tell him and bite my bottom lip shyly.
“You’re counting? I guess I’ll have to say it so many times you lose count.”
“You used to call me that all the time.” I haven’t felt beautiful in a long time, but that’s my own insecurity. I hate that I’ve made myself feel this way.
“Hey.” He grabs my chin again to draw my eyes back to his. “You’re beautiful.”
When I nod and pull back, his hand drops. The lust that was utterly consuming moments ago fades away.
“Shit,” he mutters. “Let me see who is here so I can tell them to fuck off and I’ll show you exactly how beautiful you are with my mouth.”
“Flynn,” I whisper.
“What? You don’t believe me so I’ll have to show you.” I watch as Fylnn presses his palm down on his pants over his cock, and I swallow. The man really is big everywhere. “How hard I am should be a good indication, but I’m good proving it with my mouth.”