Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28998 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 97(@300wpm)
“I don’t think that’s how it works.” She smiles.
I nod, tenderly rubbing the back of my thumb across her cheek. “I only have eyes for you, Mira. But we don’t have to rush things Despite how badly I want you.”
I stand, despite the fact that my cock is swollen to the point of explosion. I’m dying to plunge it inside her and claim her as mine, show her just how much pleasure I can bring her. But if she’s hesitant and wants to take things slowly, then that’s what we’ll do.
Her lips twist into a bashful little smile. “You’re like my sex-ed teacher, showing me everything there is to do.”
For some reason, that turns me on way more than it should. I grin back at her and hike her skirt up, bunching it up around her buxom hips. Her little pussy is glimmering back at me, her bare pink lips glistening with her slick.
“Well, in that case, I should probably teach you how to handle this.”
Before she can react, I bury my face between her thighs, flicking my tongue around her delicate entrance. Her moan settles warmly into my ears, and I move lower, pressing deeper inside. I’m practically drooling like a dog, drunk on her sweet smell as I lick faster, grabbing her hips for leverage as I focus on pleasuring her. I get higher and higher as I lap at her nectar. She tastes divine, and a deep growl rises up from my chest as I take her little clit between my lips.
“Oh my God, Finn…” she moans as she claws at Slate’s desk for something to grab on to. Finding nothing, she snatches two handfuls of my hair. My cock is screaming to take the place of my tongue, but I know that’s not going to happen right now. She wants to take things slowly, and all I want is to please her. I’ll take care of myself later.
“Come on, princess,” I purr up at her, my eyes on the mountains of her tits, heaving up and down as she gasps for breath. “I came all over your face, now return the favor.”
She moans louder, and I feel the muscles of her thighs tensing up around my cheeks. Her entrance pulses against my chin as I suck and lick her tiny button, swallowing her soak as her body trembles faster and faster.
She’s so close now, and knowing I’m the first and only man she’s done this with just makes this so much hotter.
No one else will ever do the things I do to you, princess.
When she goes off, her body bucks off the desk, and I have to press down on her stomach to keep her from rocking off onto the floor. I snatch both her legs with one arm and pull her close, flattening my tongue and applying consistent pressure as she comes, long and hard and deep, moaning like a gorgeous symphony as her climax rolls through her.
I feel like a king. A hero. A conquering warlord laying claim to new land.
You are mine, princess. Mine.
There’s only one thing left to truly make my ownership of her truly official, and then she will be mine.
Forever.
6
MIRA
“That one is gorgeous,” Mom says, standing proudly behind me as I stare at myself in the mirror. “But this might do an even better job showing off just how truly beautiful you are.”
I try not to sigh as I step down from the pedestal at the center of the boutique. I’m on my third wedding dress now, but this is the only one that’s actually fit right. The first was too tight across the chest, and the second felt like a corset that was actively trying to compress my insides with enough pressure to create a diamond. Of course the pressure I’ve been feeling since this wedding was announced may be more of the issue than the dress.
I take the gown from her and stare down at the silk and lace. A feeling like a fish swimming in my stomach nearly causes me to vomit. The dress seems more like a noose than a bridal gown.
I never dreamed my life would go like this.
But what can I do?
I’ve been backed into a corner by my father, the sinister mastermind. So I take the dress into the dressing room and start the difficult changing process.
I have to make sure today is a nice day. A fun day between mother and daughter. Because I know she’s sitting out there in the Victorian-style pink chair, her cashmere scarf hiding the remaining wisps of her thin hair, fighting this goddamn cancer that could take her any day. I know that if I don’t pretend to go along with this wedding, Dad will make sure she doesn’t get her next round of chemo. And then I’ll lose her forever.