Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
"What?"
"Lift up your skirt," I growl, my teeth on her neck, taking my first bite. Her breathy whimpers vibrate against my mouth. I mark her here first, knowing full well it will only be the first. "I want you to show me what else you brought me."
I lean back, my eyes gobbling up every detail of her face, down her chest where my hands are already working to open the buttons on her sweater.
"Do it. Show me, I want to see your panties," I order, pinning her with my eyes. Doubt flashes across her face. "You didn't answer me before. Do you believe in fate, May?"
"I'm not sure." Her voice is barely above a whisper, and her fingertips move to touch the hem of her schoolgirl skirt.
"You should."
She lifts the navy pleats. There's a soaking round circle in the crotch of her white cotton panties, and my mouth starts to water. I've never tasted a woman before, and I'm glad I haven't because I wouldn't want to taint this moment. I'd never want to put my mouth on her after it's been somewhere else. She's too perfect, too pure. And she's all mine.
"Fuck." I can barely get the word out before my mouth attacks hers. My teeth take her bottom lip, one hand clutches her neck, and blood rushes through my ears.
She lets out a little pleasure yelp as I trace two fingers over the wet spot.
"That feels better than the kiss." The naive sound of her voice taunts me.
The pain in my dick is welcome because it distracts me from my own need. I will not take her like this, not now, on top of a desk. When it happens, it will be in my bed, in our home.
Our home.
When did I decide that? It doesn't matter. It will happen.
"Yes, it does. And wait until I get my tongue on your clit, Pink. Going to make you cum so hard you forget your own name."
“Apparently, you already have,” she giggles, but I’m done playing.
I'm shocked when she doesn't try to stop me. Not that I could stop if I wanted to. I want to give her this, more than I've wanted anything before. I want to hear my name on her lips when she cums because that's what I was born to do. Make her cum.
Her skin is so soft under my rough fingers. I'm mesmerized when she opens her legs another inch, giving me what I want, which is everything.
I drag my knuckles over the soaking indent where her pussy lips are open under the fabric, watching her face as I work her over the wet cotton.
"Oh, my god." Her mouth drops open, and her eyes meet mine.
I'm her god right now, because that's what I need to be.
"Say my name, May." I push inside her panties, and the scent of her drenched cunt hits me like a freight train. I spread her outer lips, gliding my fingers through her juices, slipping up and down until her eyelids fall to half-mast.
"My name," she repeats, blinking at me like she just learned the words.
And right then, she owns me.
"Do you know what I'm doing?" I increase the pressure, digging a finger into her slit, moving upward until I find the hard nub under my thumb. I work it in slow circles.
"I think so, and I know I don't want you to stop." She looks at me with wonder in her eyes, her lips parted, her round face more beautiful than anything I've seen before.
"I'm making you mine. It's starting right now."
"Now," she murmurs, so lost in the sensations I'm giving her that she shows no shame or reluctance.
"No one's ever touched you before, have they? Not like this." She's so pure, and her reactions tell me I'm right, but I need to hear it from her lips. I need to know. "Tell me, did you let anyone touch what's mine before today?"
"No. Never. I've only touched myself."
"Good. And no one else ever will, Pink. I'll be the first and the last to ever touch you like this."
Jesus, that admission makes my cock jump another inch. I swear it's trying to grow thumbs and unbuckle my belt to get at her.
"Show me," I say as I ease off her. My mind is racing. I can't imagine anything I could want more right now than to see this fresh, young creature touch herself.
Her eyes refocus when I take my hand away. I bring them to my lips and lick her cum from my wet fingertips. Fire engulfs my body when I taste her on my tongue.
"Show you what, exactly?" She shifts on the desk, bringing her torso to sit straight, and I work the buttons on her sweater.
"I want to see how you touch yourself. So I know what you like. And how you like it." Her sweater falls open, and I think I might die right there. Her tits are more glorious than I'd imagined, her skin like fresh cream. I can't hold back. I bring my face down and sink into the cleavage, growling and tracing my tongue in the crevice until her breathing stops. My fingers trace a line down the swell of her belly, taking hold of the crotch of her panties. Then I pull away and glare at her. "Do it. Get your fingers inside that cunt and show me."