Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Immy, you got every part of me. Ain’t nothin’ to forgive. You just gotta forgive yourself.” He yanks my hair and pulls my face to his, kissing me deeper than he ever has.
“Stop!” I squeak playfully, trying to pull away. “I taste like spaghetti.”
“The best made spaghetti in this part of the U.S. of A.”
We laugh together and go back to kissing. I don’t even remember the spaghetti when he pushes his chair back and stands, holding me by my thighs. His hands are so large and warm. My arms on his shoulders tighten to distribute my weight, even though he makes me feel entirely weightless.
He walks blindly to my bedroom, lowering me when we reach the bed.
We stare at each other, chests rising and falling, until he bends and grasps the hem of my chiffon top and pulls it upwards until I’m standing in front of him, braless and with pointed nipples reacting to the cold and my arousal. I gently loosen his belt and push his pants down. When I grasp him he pulls my hand away.
“Not a chance, fuckin’ embarrassing how little time it takes me to come with you, Immy. You touch it, I’m going to blow before I get to put it in.”
Laughing, I stop when my back hits the bed and he drops to his knees, wraps his hands around my hips and drags me to the side. All my breath hits my lungs with a sharp inhale the moment his mouth closes over my jeans, right where my clit is. He soon yanks them down my thighs and pulls just one leg free. I’m bare to him now, exposed and he doesn’t give me a second to think about it.
It has been so long since I let a guy go down on me. In fact I’m pretty sure he’s the only guy I have ever let go down on me.
My lips part and my back arches when he parts me with his strong tongue. The feeling is out of this world. I want to clamp my thighs shut to stop the burning tingles that are taking over all my other senses.
He’s even better than he was when we were younger, or maybe that’s just because I haven’t been touched in so long.
I moan and hum, losing all my inhibitions the more my pleasure builds. What is it about both ends of the pleasure and pain spectrum that just make us completely lose ourselves?
My head goes back, I bite my lip, my hands go to his hair and just like that I’m seventeen again, not letting him stop until I’m done. He laughs against me and I lose it. For the first time in years I’m blinded by my orgasm’s power as it rips through my body.
I groan so loudly I vaguely hear my neighbor banging on the wall but I don’t care about that either. The old bitch is a religious tyrant like my mee-maw was. Just for her banging I’m going to scream louder than I ever have but to be completely honest, that’s not just to piss her off, but because that’s how amazing I feel.
Kane wastes no time grabbing my hips, pulling me further off the bed and slamming home. We both groan at the contact and this time I don’t let my mood, or my fears and insecurities ruin the moment. I hold his eyes, sit up and hold his body, and rock with him. He lifts me, turns and sits on the bed, letting me go at my own pace until his need for more has him pulling my hips at a speed and strength I can’t manage alone.
Gritting his teeth, he buries his face in my neck and his grunts get louder. I love the noises he makes, it used to always be about how loud and out of control I could make him. Nothing has changed. Every noise he makes sets off flutters in my stomach and makes my skin prickle with warmth.
He rolls us, pulling out of my body so he can lay me on the mattress and power into me like I know he wants. I feel him swelling despite his control over his body. It feels amazing. I clench down, holding him tight. My hips roll up when he stops, trying again to grasp what little control he has left.
He looks down at me, warning me with his eyes to behave. Of course I don’t, I never did.
I rock again, locking my ankles under his ass so he can’t pull away and the look on his face as he loses to the pleasure I know my body is granting him is so intense and so fucking sexy I’ll never be able to forget it.
I ride the wave with him, feeling it, feeling another climax roll through me. Different to the last but no less powerful.