Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 135539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135539 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 678(@200wpm)___ 542(@250wpm)___ 452(@300wpm)
“You can have all the time you want.”
“I just want you.”
Suddenly, she’s the one taking the lead, pulling off my shirt, exploring my chest with her mouth and hands. It feels so good, I lean back and let her have at it, my heartbeat kicking up as my gut tightens. Her fingers tug at the button of my jeans. I help her out, unzipping and lifting my hips to slide them free.
My dick slaps back against my belly, hard and wanting. And she wraps her fingers around it with a sound of delight. I shudder at the touch and cup her cheek, bringing her mouth back to mine. Our kiss deepens, gets messy, but then she’s moving away, licking the column of my neck, peppering hard, greedy kisses over my chest.
I hold her head in my hand, wanting to bring her back up to me, but she slides farther down, her tongue tracing the line between my abs.
The tiny hairs on my skin rise as pleasure ripples over me. But when she brushes a kiss over the tip of my cock, I stop her with a hand to her shoulder.
“Pen, baby, no. Not like this. It should be me who serves you tonight.” My dick is yelling at me to shut it, but my brain and heart overrule the fucker.
“But I want to. Especially tonight.” She rests a hand on my thigh. “Don’t you see? When I’m with you like this, everything else falls away. I’d really like to forget about today. And I love touching you here. I love the way you shiver and bite your lower lip like you’re trying your hardest to be patient, but like you also want to draw it out because you love it too.”
“I do. Oh, fuck, I do.”
“You’re gorgeous, August. I want you constantly. Your pleasure is mine, isn’t that what you say? Give me this pleasure. I’ve been wanting to suck you.”
“Christ.” I’m shivering now. Hard pulses of lust punching into my gut.
“I want to know if you’ll taste as delicious as you look.”
“Baby . . .”
“Let me have you like this, August.”
“You have me. Any way you like. Anytime.” I stroke her hair. “Pen, you have me.”
Her answering smile is impish but when she gazes down it turns covetous. And then those luscious lips part. She runs them over the swollen tip of my cock, humming in satisfaction. I feel it in my balls, in the sweat-slicked base of my back. A groan tears out of me as she sucks me deep and pulls back out slowly.
Weak now, I brace myself on my elbows to watch. She doesn’t appear to have a plan but simply explores with her mouth and hands, stroking my length, kissing it, then sucking me. Her hands cradle my balls gently, fondling there in an almost lewd way.
I fucking love it.
My abs tighten to the point of pain, my breath coming in pants. “Like that,” I rasp when she starts to bob up and down on my cock. “Suck me like that . . . Jesus!”
With a moan, I tip my head to the side, my eyes struggling to stay open. I want to see her do this—the delicate curve of her jaw stretched open to accommodate my girth, the sway of her tits as she moves, how her eyes flutter closed like she’s taking just as much pleasure as she’s giving.
She’s a novice at this, and yet nothing has ever undone me more. My hand falls to the crown of her head, holding her there gently as my hips begin to pump—just a little, just enough to take the edge off. Heat ripples over my skin, and I grit my teeth to keep from coming. I don’t want it to end.
Pen glances up at me, dark chocolate eyes, candy pink lips wet and full. She gives the sensitive tip of my crown a saucy little lick, and I just about float out of my skin.
“Penelope . . .”
I want to tell her that I adore her, that she is my everything. I want to tell her how utterly precious she is to me, and the knowledge that she’d been assaulted, that something she loved was destroyed out of petty violence, is abhorrent to me. That I have this need to cuddle her up and protect her from the world. I want to tell her so many things that it gets jumbled and caught in my throat. And all I manage to say is her name. Over and over. Like it’s a prayer. Benediction. Salvation. Mine.
Thirty-Three
Pen
August tries his best not to be upset about my assault and bike. But in some ways, I know it haunts him more than it does me. While I’m mostly angry when I think about it, he’s afraid for me and guilt ridden. The guilt intensifies when I tell him I’m going to finish off the semester with remote learning.