Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35197 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Her breath has begun to shallow. “Not that I’m obligated to explain, b-but I was distracted when I got d-dressed this morning and—”
“Uh-huh.” I add a second finger on top of that pucker, massaging them in a possessive circle. “And the result is everyone spends the day distracted, hoping for a peek at your cunt.” Slowly, I slide my hand down the back of her underwear, and we’re skin to skin now, her softness threatening to turn me feral. I continue until I encounter the soft swell of her pussy, rubbing four fingers gently within her flesh and my God, she’s like a dew-slicked rosebud. “A man sees you in a skirt this short, he thinks of it twisted around your waist while you bounce on his cock and moan like a fucking porn star. And if that happens, I’ll have to make it so they can’t think anymore, July. Ever again. Do we understand each other?”
The continued defiance in her expression is only making me want to be more aggressive. Hold back. Calm down. I can’t fuck her in this park, because I am not going to be quiet when I’m finally hitting that pussy. I’m going to be an animal. Someone will hear her screaming and call the police. Right now, what I need to accomplish is an understanding that July is my temptation and my temptation alone. And I need to bust so I can think straight. “You won’t wear the skirt, period.” Lord, I’m sweating. “Unless…”
Pink colors her cheeks. “Unless it’s soaking up your come.”
“Yes.” I drag my mouth over to hers, rocking our lips together with a shuddering breath. “That’s what I need it to do right now, July, baby. I couldn’t get hard all day, then I saw you through the window…and now? Fuck. It woke up so angry.” I strum the seam of her sex, painfully aware that she’s getting wetter and wetter. Wanting to take care of her needs but imprisoned by my immediate need to nut. For her. On her. I’m being choked by four years of no satisfaction, finally given the ultimate outlet for the pain. My sweet July. “Answer me,” I rasp. “Can I kiss you while we’re calming me down?”
It takes her a moment to respond, because she’s visibly trying to hold on to her irritation, despite her arousal, but eventually she nods, if unevenly. “Okay.”
Being given the green light to kiss her is like bring granted a feast and having no idea where to dig in. Is she even remotely aware of her succulence? Her mouth is a juicy piece of fruit, moist and breathy, her breath tinged with mint and fruity alcohol. My cock wouldn’t even fit between those lips, but God help me, I think of her trying. Whining and struggling, trying to fit it down her throat, and I threaten to unload in my pants once again.
It’s already happening, my balls beginning to milk themselves with rough spasms.
This woman is my kryptonite.
And damn, she’s so wet. I wonder if I could pin her to the ground, unzip my jeans and get balls deep in her cunt before exploding.
No. Not a chance. Not in this state of heightened sensitivity.
Her mouth is my promised land right now and she’s granting me access.
Be grateful.
Oh, I am. My God, I’m so grateful. She’s going to let me kiss her.
I stroke my fingers away from her soaked pussy, dragging the wetness up the split of her bottom, and I press my shaking palms flat to the wall on either side of her head. Searching her eyes for a moment, all I see is innocence and heated curiosity. Tipping my head to the right, I lay my mouth over July’s, sipping at the seam, absorbing her shaky, little exhale, before drawing her lips into a long, moaning kiss, dragging our combined wetness left, then right, pushing her mouth open to introduce her to my tongue, turned on beyond words by the contradiction she offers me. An eager mouth and a body that will no longer hold her upright, she enjoys my kiss so much.
Good.
Because I’m sinking deeper into this obsession with every slip of her exploring tongue. Every ripple that passes through her virgin body. Every gasping draw of tongue and the way we luxuriate in that suctioning pull afterward, her fingernails digging into the meat of my shoulders. Fuck.
“I’m going to finish,” I choke out in between frantic meetings of our lips, the consuming mash of mouths, her lower body flattened against the building by my hips. “How do you do this to me? How do you pop me like a fucking balloon?”
“I don’t know,” she gasps, yanking on my collar, pressing higher on her toes, accepting my starved kisses with desperate mewls.
“You dressed like a slut today for Daddy. Admit it.”