Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
“What if I’m terrible?”
“That is fucking impossible.” I have to keep the anger out of my voice. I’m going to have Tomas track those shitheads down so I can beat the piss out of them. “All you have to do is lie there. I’ll do everything, and you can always use that one word, and you know I’ll stop.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers shyly. “I want this.” Her tongue swipes her bottom lip again. I kiss her before I shift down her body, pushing her dress up as I go.
I kiss her stomach and then her hipbone and the inside of her thigh.
“Let me have you.” She watches as I pull her panties to the side, and a low groan leaves me when I see she’s bare. Fuck, she’s beautiful and so innocent everywhere; she’s perfect. Soft and pink and already wet for me. Another groan leaves me at the sight of her, at the evidence that she wants this as much as I do.
“Open for me,” I murmur, pressing her thighs wider apart to make room for myself. Mable’s cheeks are flushed more than they have ever been, but she doesn’t look or shy away. She watches me, and I want those eyes on me. I want her to see what I can give her.
The first taste of her makes my head spin. She’s sweet and ripe and completely going to be my undoing. Any control that I’ve mastered is quickly vanishing. I lick her slowly, from bottom to top, not wanting to miss any part of her. I circle her sensitive clit with my tongue, and she cries out, her hips bucking off the bed.
My girl is a hair trigger away. Like she’s been saving it all up just for me, and I’m going to feast on all of it. I grip her hips, pinning her back down to the bed. I want to go slower, be gentler, but I just can’t. The need for her is too immense and pressing down on me.
I bury my face in her pussy.
I lick and suck and tease, learning what she likes, what makes her gasp, and what makes her fingers tighten her grip in my hair to the point of almost pain. I work her with my tongue, steady and relentless, while I slowly insert one finger into her tightness.
I groan against her, thinking about my cock being there. She’s so tiny and tight; I don’t know how I’ll ever fit. The thought that no one has ever touched her here, that I’m the first—it makes me wild.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she pants, her hips moving now, seeking more. “Wells, I—I think something is, oh, I’m going to…”
“Let go,” I tell her, and I suck her clit into my mouth hard, my tongue flicking back and forth.
She comes with a cry, her whole body arching off the bed, her thighs clamping around my head. I don’t stop. I can’t. I keep licking her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking and pushing at my shoulders, oversensitive.
I lift my head, licking my lips, wanting every drop of her sweetness I can get.
She’s gorgeous like this—flushed and completely undone, her hair spread across the pillow, crawling up her body, kissing her stomach, her breasts, and her throat.
“That was...” she starts, then trails off.
“Just the beginning,” I promise, and I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
I settle my weight over her, careful not to crush her, and I can feel her heat against me even through my clothes. I’m hard and aching in ways I’ve never felt before. But this isn’t about me. This is about her. About showing her what she does to me and what I can do to her.
I grind against her, slow and deliberate, and she gasps, feeling me through my pants. I want her to feel how worked up she’s gotten me. Boring and dull, my ass.
“Wells...” I can’t help but love that she has a nickname for me.
“Not tonight,” I say against her mouth, though it nearly kills me. “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her because she needs to hear it, because I need to say it. “So perfect. So mine.”
She doesn’t correct me. I kiss her forehead, her eyelids, and her mouth before I pull her to my side, holding her close with her head on my chest.
I’m still hard, throbbing with need, but I ignore it. This is enough. More than enough.
“Caldwell,” she whispers, her voice drowsy. “That was... I didn’t know it could be like that.”
I kiss her hair. “Me either.”
She lifts her head to look at me, her eyes wide. “Really?”
“Really,” I say, tucking her back against me.
She falls asleep in my arms, her breathing even and soft, and I stare at the ceiling, counting the hours until I have to tell her the truth.