Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 70445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
I watch him carefully, surprised at the emotion in his tone. On a whim, I reach out and touch his cheek, not sure why I’m doing it. The skin’s stubbled, freshly shaven but beginning to shadow, and he looks at me as my fingers linger there. He’s warm, almost hot, and his eyes burn into mine. His expression is hard, pained, but also longing—also hungry.
I feel that same hunger, deep inside my chest, deep in my guts.
When his lips come toward mine, I don’t move. I smell him, bright and acidic and musky. I feel him, both soft and firm. I open my mouth and taste him—citrus and mint. And I kiss him, and let his tongue wrap against my tongue, and let him pull me by the hips onto his lap until I’m straddling him at the top of the tower where I spent so much time as a little girl, sometimes imagining scenarios a lot like this one. I melt into that kiss, let myself get lost in that kiss, because for the first time in as long as I can remember, this feels good. This feels better than anything has felt, better than I thought I could feel, and I don’t want it to stop.
His fingers dig into my hips. I let out a whimper into his mouth. His right hand comes up and wraps into my hair, pulling. I moan and gasp, his lips moving away, finding my neck, kissing me there. The sounds coming from my throat—I didn’t know I could even make them. I move my hips, grinding into him. War’s driving me wild, and a deep, almost overwhelming desire bursts into my mind as he rolls me over and pins me down on the thick carpet.
“War,” I pant, whimpering, gasping. “What are—”
“If you keep talking, you’re going to ruin this,” he says, unbuttoning my jeans, his eyes a hungry blaze. “And I don’t want to stop.”
“War,” I moan as my jeans come off. I lift my ass, letting him unwrap me. He kisses my inner thigh, kisses up to my panties. I’m in simple black cotton. I didn’t expect anyone to see me like this, not today, not here. I grip his hair as he pushes my underwear aside, tongue probing, teasing, and I don’t know why, I don’t know how this is even happening, but when he licks my pussy from the base to the tip, pausing to swirl around my clit, moving back down along my lips, I nearly scream.
“There you are,” he whispers and slides a finger inside as he rolls his tongue in knee-shaking circles. My back arches and my hands grip his hair harder. “There you fucking are, Melody.” He sucks my clit, teasing me faster. “Making those moans. Rolling those hips. Did I finally crack your shell? No, don’t fucking talk. I only want your whimpers. I only want to hear you say my name.”
“War,” I moan, head tilted back, the outside world now upside-down as my hips buck. “Fuck, War.”
He slides his finger in and out faster as he works my clit. “I didn’t think I’d taste you today, lovely Melody, but don’t for a second think I haven’t been imagining it. Your lovely little pussy on my tongue. Your fucking gorgeous moans in my ears. You don’t have any idea how badly I want to stick myself between your legs and feel your silky little cunt wrap itself around my cock. I want your mouth on my mouth. I want your tongue on my cock, sucking, gagging. I want you sweating and so satisfied you could fucking cry.”
“God damn it,” I gasp, hands reaching up, palms pressing flat against the glass. “Don’t stop.”
He licks and sucks faster, tongue lashing and swirling, teeth and lips working me as he slides another finger inside and fucks me deeper. I’m in bliss, in heaven, and all my problems and worries and fears disappear, there’s nothing else but War, and for the first time it’s like I can see him clearly.
War is like me.
He’s a liar, a fake, a cheat.
He’s a beautiful man with a lovely story, but that’s all it is. A puff of smoke and nothing.
And that’s all I am, all I’ll ever be.
Pretty deceit, gorgeous dishonesty.
And god, there is nothing better than a liar’s tongue licking my pussy, a liar’s fingers fucking me deep, a liar’s voice driving deep into my brain like a chisel pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
“I want to taste it, Melody,” he croons. “I want to taste you as you come. Are you going to come for me, lovely Melody? Come on, you dirty fucking girl.” He slides his fingers faster, curling them. “You lovely, dirty fucking girl, I want to taste it. Tell me you’re going to come for me. I want you to say it for me, you filthy girl.”