Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
I look over at Taryn. She has her fingers pressed to her lips and she’s smiling. Everything about her screams sweet and virginal but there was some fire behind that kiss, and it wasn’t just me. There is something about her that has me breaking all of my rules. She has this cloud of sadness around her and I just want to make her happy. I know that’s not something another person can usually do for someone, it has to come from within, but I have to try. She’s fire and ice, and I love that about her. I know nothing about her, but fuck, do I want to. Suddenly that’s my only goal in life. Making this woman mine. My wife. The mother of my children. My everything. I drive the few streets over to my fleabag motel and wish I had somewhere better, less sleazy to take her to. Helping her down from the truck, I realize I’ll need a different car to accommodate her in the future. She’s short and petite. She simultaneously looks fragile and strong. She’s got me all messed up. The future I thought I wanted never had a woman in it, but suddenly I can see myself being inaugurated with her beside me, in a fur coat, holding our family Bible.
“This is where you live?” she asks, looking around the crappy motel I’ve been living in for about two years now. I just bought a two-story colonial in a residential neighborhood just outside of town. It’s not quite ready for me yet, so I am still staying here.
“Yeah, for now. I don’t have much in the way of furniture, just a bed,” I tell her honestly.
“What else do we need?” she asks, shrugging. “This is just sex, right? A one-time thing.” The way she talks, so candid and matter of factly is a huge turn on. I don’t have time for women who play mind games.
“Something like that,” I hedge, not wanting to scare her off.
“I’m not normally so bold, I swear. I’m trying something new,” she says.
“You’ve come to the right place, sugar. I like bold.” She smiles up at me and I know it’s genuine when it reaches her eyes.
Taking her hand, I lead her over to the bed. This is just a typical roadside motel room, so there’s a bed, a nightstand, a small table and chairs, and a TV in the main room, with a small bathroom attached. I say small because I am too tall to fit under the showerhead comfortably so that’s been quite the experience.
“It’s nice… it’s got a real homey feel to it,” she says, before giggling. I laugh with her easily, surprising myself.
“My house isn’t ready yet. I’ll move out of this dump eventually,” I reply.
Before she can ask another question, my mouth is on hers again. When she opens her mouth, I swipe my tongue inside. She moans and my cock, already on red alert, gets even harder. I am aching to be inside of her but everything in me is telling me to take it slow, at least this first time. First of many. My dick presses into her stomach. She reaches between us and her tiny hands squeeze me through my slacks. My vision blurs at her delicate touch, I see black behind my eyes. It’s too much.
“You’re so big, Beck,” she says, pulling back from our kiss. My eyes pop open, finding hers. They are dilated and her breathing has picked up a little. Her voice is octaves lower than it was before. It’s sultry and delicious.
Stepping back from her, I kick my shoes off, and she does the same. Reaching behind her, I unzip her dress and let it fall in a pool of silk around her feet. She’s not wearing a bra, so I peel her panties down her legs, and she steps out of them.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous, sugar,” I draw, staring at her like she’s my last meal. In a way, she is. It’s primal, the pull I feel toward her. She could be anyone at all, and I’d still crave her on the unhealthy level that I do now. Even knowing nothing about her, I know she’s mine. I dare a motherfucker to try and take her away from me. I pull my shirt over my head and remove my pants, leaving my boxer briefs on. I know that if I take them off now, this will be over before it begins.
“You’re like a Greek statue,” she breathes, tentatively reaching out and placing both of her palms on my chest. I kiss her again, before lifting her and tossing her on the bed.
I place kisses all down her body until I reach her pussy. Her juices hit my tongue and instantly, a little bit of come leaks out of my dick. She moans and that spurs me on. First, I tease both of her holes with my tongue while gripping her hips for leverage. I am squeezing her so hard, there’s no way I’m not leaving bruises behind. In and out I dip my tongue. She’s a moaning mess above me. Her fingers grip my ears and she guides me where she wants me. I eat her until she comes on my face. I shove my boxers down my legs before traveling back up her body. Raising to my knees, I grip my dick and jerk off, looking down at her. I drip some come on her belly and like a caveman, I rub it into her skin. She moans instead of stopping me.