Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
I reach in with both hands, my cock pulsing with unrelenting need, but that’s when she finally stops me, her breasts heaving with heavy breaths.
I see the doubt there, lurking dangerously in her eyes. She swallows hard before speaking, her voice more hesitant than before. “You’ve done this a million times.” It’s a statement, but her expression says she’s begging for me to contradict her. “I know what kind of guy you are, Saxon. You’re not fooling me. I’m not just one of those girls you can fuck and ghost.”
My body freezes. My chest goes tight. So she’s not as naïve as I thought. I should have known. But there’s just something about Tammy that disarms me. I shouldn’t give two shits about what she thinks about me, but for some reason, I want her to think I’m different.
I can be different.
For her.
“I never claimed to be anything, Tammy,” I tell her. “Maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m an arrogant, womanizing scumbag. But you’re still wrong about something.” I reach a hand out, cupping her delicate cheek. Her beauty is angelic, unmatched. Like a doll, so flawlessly crafted she almost seems unreal. “This place, right here–I’ve never brought anyone here. Not a single damn soul, let alone a girl. But I brought you, Tammy. I may not be the best with words, but I know this: you mean something to me.”
Her beautiful eyes go wide, and for a second, I think I see fear, and a shot of panic hits me as I expect her to pull away. But she doesn’t. She stays where she is, reclined back on my bike, shirt pulled up, showing off her stunningly perfect tits. They rise and fall with each breath. I can see a war waging behind her gaze–distrust, desire, fear–all blending together like the perfect storm.
“I brought you here because I want you, Tammy,” I continue, my voice heavy with the weight of my truth. “I don’t want this to be another random hookup. Even if I am an arrogant asshole, broken in too many ways to count, I’m not lying when I say I feel something for you. Something special. Something intense.”
Again, I wait for her to stand and race away into the woods, but again, she stays where she is. This time, she reaches up with her delicate hands, takes mine, and moves them to the top button of her pants.
“I don’t know what you think I can give you, Saxon,” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the breeze. “I don’t even know if I have the strength to give it to you.”
Something moves inside me. What’s she getting at? It’s like she’s submitting to me, only at the same time, warning me away.
Fuck it. I can’t be stopped.
Not right now.
I pop her top button and slide down her fly as I slip my hand into her pants. The warmth from her center encompasses the rough skin on my palm as I explore her most precious of places. “Don’t worry about being strong for me, Tammy. Just be here for me. And I promise, you’ll never question my desire for you again.”
I don’t even give her a chance to respond before kissing her. Our lips touch, and it’s like the entire world fades into oblivion, leaving only the two of us wrapped in an embrace that feels like it’s been a long, long time coming.
I can feel her wetness through her panties, which I pull aside to reveal her smooth little slit. Her body melts into mine as she arches her back off my bike and presses her tits against my chest, a helpless moan escaping from her beautiful lips.
And that’s when I know.
This connection I’ve been feeling. The pull–like we’ve been linked together by an invisible thread. It’s real. And we both know it.
And for the first time since my family was destroyed and I was left alone in the darkness of the world, I know I’ve found someone worth holding on to. Someone I’d give my life for.
3
TAMMY
I’m lying on my back on Saxon’s motorcycle, the warmth from the engine below radiating up against my back, and the heat from his muscled body pressing down on me from above.
Saxon isn’t just a man.
Saxon is a force of nature.
The way he moves, the way he rides, the way he seems to control the entire world around him. And what’s more, the way he makes me feel like I’m drifting through space, sinking deeper and deeper into him. And God, I don’t want it to stop.
His strong fingers spread my breach, causing my hips to sway and my breath to catch in my throat. The cool breeze whips my hair across my face, but I don’t even care. I’m lost in the overwhelming bliss of the moment, the sensual adventure of being touched where I’ve never been touched before.