Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“Here for my food.” I say, forcing her to turn around.
“You don’t need free food.” She’s curt, but cute as fucking hell, wearing a white tank top today with a pair of jean shorts, her hair in a ponytail on top of her head. Her eyes are so blue they look like they have light behind them and my cock jerks as she locks horns with me from across the room. She is my new drug of choice and there’s no rehab that could rid me of the Jonesing I feel when I look at her.
“How do you know? Do I look like I overeat?” I rub my stomach, hooking a couple fingers under the hem of my t-shirt and pull it up, raising my eyebrows.
“Look, I’m busy. Sure, you can have a box of food. Over there.” She points to the boxes already packed that are left, then turns around and starts putting other cans and food items on the shelves.
“Thanks.” I answer, watching her ass as she pushes up on her tiptoes to a top shelf, then turns around to grab some other items and I’m a few steps closer.
“Over there.” She points again with an annoyed tip of her head and I lick my lips because the closer I get, the more her nipples push out on her white tank top and my balls feel like they weigh ten pounds full of cum that should be inside her pussy.
“I’ll get it. On my way out.” I take a few more steps forward and she looks at the open door, then back at me. She’s not scared and that only turns me on more.
She tightens her jaw and her shoulder sort of twitches up to her ear a couple times and it’s clear I’m getting to her. I know what I see. Her mouth may say get lost but her tits and her eyes say ‘fuck me’, and sooner or later I intend to do just that.
And more.
Fucking is fine. Well, it was before she came into my life. Now, I want to fuck her but I want to know her. I want to watch her paint her toenails. I want to paint her toenails. I want to know if she’s grouchy in the morning and how she likes her coffee—if she even likes coffee.
I want to know how she sounds when I kiss her neck and what’s her favorite kind of cake to have on her birthday.
I want her ass in my bed every night and her lips on mine every morning. I don’t know what she’s done to me, but I took one look at her and I was addicted. I’m still waiting for my first real fix but I plan on making sure the waiting is close to over.
“You are on your way out.” She snaps back as I come closer, the distance between us two paces at most, and she gives me a slow look up and down as I drop my t-shirt and I feel the rational part of me evaporate as her sweet scent hits me.
She’s turned on. By me.
I could be deluding myself, but I swear I smell her arousal mixed with her usual light floral and fresh scent. I don’t know if it’s her perfume or her shampoo or some other girly lotion shit but she always smells so fucking good it makes my mouth water.
My blood rushes through my veins, hot and violent, as I close the space between us. I’ve been like a caged animal since that first day I saw her and I’m done pacing behind the bars.
“What are you doing?” She looks down to where my hand is on her upper arm, my other one drifting to her neck, sweeping under a few errant wisps of her hair that have escaped the ponytail, and I squeeze the back of her head, pulling her a few inches forward.
There’s panic in her eyes, but she doesn’t pull away. The feel of her in my hands sends a feral pulse through my body. My dick is throbbing, leaking cum, and practically tearing through my jeans to get to her.
“Let go.” She locks her eyes with mine. “If you don’t want your food...”
Her voice trails off as I lean down and take a deep breath next to her ear, letting her scent move through me like a tsunami.
“You want me to let go?” I whisper, tightening my grip on her neck as my other hand drifts down her back to just above her righteous ass, and I press forward until her tits are against me and I want to pound my chest with my fists.
“I want...” She starts, her voice breathy as her body softens and I make sure my dick makes clear contact with her hip. Her lips are like a bow on the top of a present, and I lean down, my face not an inch from hers, watching her eyes dilate as the slightest of moans replaces whatever else she was going to say.