Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I need to taste it, angel,” I rasp, plucking her off my lap and throwing her onto the couch, face up, her tits bouncing out of her tank top, her thighs spread for my mouth.
A fortune of flesh.
Sweet, supple flesh.
Eyes that beg for an education.
A Daddy, God help me.
My swollen dick and the heart spinning in my ribcage give me no choice but to give it to her. I’m past the point of no return. Maybe I sped past it the second I saw her tonight. But if I’m going down for my sins, I might as well enjoy them. Right?
I rip her shorts down to her ankles, tossing them away.
Growling in my throat, I take her inner thighs in my hands and press them apart, my tongue delving into her honey and transporting me to heaven. And as her sugar taste goes to my head, making me stoned, I have no idea how I’ll ever exist on earth again now that I’ve experienced this perfect angel.
Shea.
seven
Shea
I’m going up in flames.
My body doesn’t know what to do.
Emma’s father has his mouth between my legs, and I wasn’t expecting anything beyond the spanking. I didn’t allow myself to. How could I have imagined this when I didn’t know such delicious sensations were possible? His tongue is pressed tightly between the divide of my sex, dragging in wet, savoring licks, and the air around me closes in, cranking to a hundred degrees. Time slows down and I whine. I whine for God.
Jason’s mouth knows things I’ve yet to learn.
It teaches me lessons with achingly slow laves of my clitoris, while his huge hands stroke my bare thighs. His touch travels up my hollowing tummy to my breasts, seizing them like twin treasures, molding them in his mature, experienced grip. I watch his mouth dip low, again, again, the fireplace glow flickering on the breadth of his shoulders.
The size of him turns me on more. The age of him.
How he has taken charge of me. My bottom still smarts from his dominance, and that ache feels all the sweeter as he gives me the opposite experience now.
Pleasure after pain.
“Oh, my goodness,” I whimper, my head tossing on the couch.
Something is building inside of me. An inferno. A storm.
I don’t know.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, angel,” Jason says in a gravelly voice, his lips still pressed in deeply to my flesh. “This here is virgin cunt.”
“Uh-huh.”
“My God.” He groans into a reverent kiss of my core, twisting his mouth sideways and feeding his tongue into my opening. Kissing me the ways actors kiss each other in the movies. Only I can feel this. The coil of tension inside me. The rake of tongue over sensitive nerves, sending a pealing ring of urgency through my entire body. Arching my back.
“Please,” I manage, no idea what I’m asking for.
“Don’t worry, angel, I’m going to eat until you’re good and limp.” He exhales roughly while raking his open mouth over my mound, rubbing his stiff lips in my wetness. “I’m damning myself to a lifetime of never being satisfied with anything else, but so fucking be it. If this isn’t the slickest little pussy on God’s green earth…”
“Oh. Oh!”
“Bet you’re so tight, I’d have to force my way in.” He bites my inner thigh, his knuckle twisting against my breach, over and over, until it starts to feel good. So good. I want it deeper! “You think that spanking hurt? You didn’t even scream. Not the way you’d carry on if I popped that horny co-ed cherry.”
He’s talking about sex.
He’s talking about having sex with me.
And he’s telling me in no uncertain terms that it would hurt. But that only makes me want him inside of me more. There is something about pain being inflicted on me by a man who desires me sexually…that lights up a foreign, perhaps alarming section of my brain. I love the imagery it paints. I love the way pain for the sake of arousal makes my core flex until it hurts. How those stray fantasies make me feel limber and hot. Wanted. Needed.
I want him to give me pain, because that’s what I give him.
Frustrated, unfulfilled pain.
An ache in his pants that makes him mad.
“Take it out on me,” I murmur, delving my fingers into his hair. Lifting the apex of my thighs toward his mouth, rubbing myself on his stiff tongue until a tremor snares me. Twists me like taffy. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want to feel everything.”
“Stop,” he growls, lapping at me hungrily, his gaze glittering up at me. “Don’t let me find out what it’s like to fuck you, Shea. Don’t make me live knowing how good it is when I can’t have it any time I want.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, knowing I have him cornered. “Just this once.”