Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
His palms warm the tops of my thighs where the light fabric of my dress has ridden halfway up.
"Let's see what you've got for me under here." His voice turns playful and paternal all at once, and the mix nearly sets me off again.
My skin tingles as he pinches the peach hem between his thumb and finger, and we both watch him lift it to the tops of my thighs.
"God." His control snaps. "This…" He falters as his fingertips find the wet patch soaked through my panties. He runs his fingers there, so light it has me gasping, every muscle twitching, my hips jerking up off the bed. "…this is mine."
The last word is fierce, and I forget how to breathe.
He drops the gentle act and shoves the fabric hard into the crease of my hip, tucking it so it won't move.
His eyes narrow, and that flush of fear takes me again, but I don't want to be anywhere else. I want to be here, with him, taking him exactly as he is: commanding, strong, unflinching.
"Hold your panties to the side. Show it to me. Show me your cunt. Give it to me, because you want to, don't you, precious girl?"
I can't speak. His words land like blows, one after another. I should be offended by how coarse they are, how coarse he is, but I'm not. I want to please him. Somewhere inside me, it's the only thing that matters.
My shaking fingers come down and catch the soaked fabric, my eyes never leaving his. I need him to reassure me, to show me he likes what he sees.
"Leah…" He stops, hands sliding up the insides of my thighs, rubbing slowly until his thumbs graze the slick outer lips, and I flinch. "I want to put my tongue inside you. I want to taste that orgasm you just had, and I want to give you another one with my mouth. You'll let me do that, won't you, precious? I need it." The last words come out more caveman than before, and I swallow hard to hold myself together, even as I pull the fabric further aside and watch his eyes widen, letting me see how much it gets to him.
I'm overpowered and powerful at the same time. He could take whatever he wants from me. It's not just his size and strength, it's my broken body, too. I couldn't run if I needed to. It's the rush of prey and predator, except somehow the power isn't all his.
"Your pleasure is mine. It's all going to be mine." He groans.
He flips me up and over like I weigh nothing at all. My body is at his mercy as he roughly tugs my panties down and off my legs. Then, and only then, does it hit me. He’s the only one besides May and a few doctors who have ever seen my legs like this.
My scars, the wrongness of how my legs don't lie straight the way they're supposed to, every insecurity I own on full display. Nausea rolls through me as I wait for the disgust to surface on his face.
I hold my breath, waiting for him to finally see the worst of me and leave me lying here in my own humiliation. I search his face for a hint of it, but all I see is savage desire. He drops to his knees, grabs my legs, throws one over each shoulder, and takes my hips, dragging me to the edge of the mattress, settling on the floor like a viper coiled to strike.
"I want you to cum all over my face, Leah." His golden-brown eyes open and meet mine. "That's your only job, to give me all of your cum. All your orgasms, I want them all."
"I liked the one you gave me already," I joke. I'm nervous, unsure, but his eyes and face haven't flickered once while he looks at my bared body, and that's what steadies me.
His face twists, pained. "Promise me."
"Promise what?"
"That no one's been here before. Please tell me no one's seen what's mine. No one's ever touched you here. Tasted you like I'm about to do. And God, please, no man has been inside you, has he?" He sounds angry, but I'm not frightened.
"No. No one. Ever."
"Good." The relief in his voice sends a chill over my warm skin. "I'm going to tongue-fuck you first, because I want to taste every drop of the orgasm you just had. I'm going to shove my tongue right up inside you, Leah, and I want you to move yourself on me, take what's yours. Because it's my job to give it to you. If you're not fulfilled, I won't be, either."
He lowers his head, ready, but I have to know. I have to know for sure. "No." I hold his cheeks, gripping him tight. "Wait."