Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“That dress doesn’t look comfortable,” I say.
She stares down at herself. “It’s not. It’s not even mine.”
“A friend’s?”
“Yeah. She got me ready for the auction.”
I want to ask her what happened at the auction, why she was there, and what Grady paid her. I want to know her age—she looks really young—and her experience.
She could be a virgin. I hope she isn’t.
But asking her those questions won’t get her in the mood. If anything, it’ll remind her of her life outside and why a woman gets sold like a chattel to service three men in prison. I want her to forget that part.
“You want one of my shirts to wear instead?”
Looking at the white t-shirt I’m wearing, she nods.
I find a clean shirt in my bag and hand it to her. When her eyes dart to the door and then back to me, I know what she’s thinking. Where should she change? I could let her return to the bathroom, but what would be the point? She’s going to get naked tonight, and she must know that. The moment she decides not to ask to change in privacy is the moment she grits her teeth, surprising me. I like a woman who’s brave and determined. Despite her tiny frame and timid first impression, Lory has some steel to her spine.
Before I prepare myself, she slips the straps over her shoulders and rolls the dress over her body, dropping it to the floor around her ankles. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of all her creamy skin, pretty little tits, and narrow waist takes my fucking breath away. The black underwear that conceals her pussy is lacy and small, enticing enough to make my hands flex. I could shred it with just a flick of my fingers. She picks up the shirt, holding it against her body, then drops it again.
With her dark eyes holding me hostage, she stands up straighter. “I know what I’m here for,” she says softly. “I haven’t done anything like this before, and I’m nervous as fuck, but if you want what you’ve been promised, you should come and take it. No point in beating about the bush.”
I inhale deeply through my nose, flaring my nostrils like a bull about to charge. Every molecule in my body vibrates with desire.
I want.
I want her so badly my dick hurts. It’s already leaking pre-cum. Shit, I’ll be lucky if I last a minute.
I take two steps, pausing just in front of her. She pushes her shoulders back and raises her chin so we’re eye to eye despite a foot of height difference. In the cool air, her nipples tighten, and she shifts, bringing her thighs closer. Her silver heels click against the linoleum, and I lick my teeth, tipping my head to one side.
I lift my right hand, bringing it to her cheek. Her skin is soft and a little cold from the water in the bathroom. When my rough fingertips make contact, her eyelids droop. She’s responsive. Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I relish the heavy silkiness of her long hair, which cascades down her back. The urge to touch her everywhere is strong, but I hold back my craving, giving her time to get used to my nearness.
“Can I kiss you?” I ask her.
A small nod gives me the permission I seek.
Using my grip, I ease her face higher and bring my lips down to hers. I could claim her, sink my tongue deep into her mouth and fuck her with it to possess her, but I don’t. A simple brush of my lips over hers has her leaning in for more as I hold off, watching her sigh. I caress her mouth again, this time I take her bottom lip between mine and tug on it slightly. Her hand seeks my arm, gripping my bicep for stability, and the touch of her small cool palm against my skin trips switches in my mind.
Small, soft hands. That was Hyde’s fantasy.
I want that hand around my dick more than I want my freedom right now. Urging her closer, the next kiss parts her mouth, and I trail my tongue along her upper lip like I would between her legs if she let me.
When she lets me.
A tiny moan escapes with a breath and all my reservations about what we’re doing spin away. She likes this. She wants it. I sense it in my marrow.
I’ve been told all my life that I’m a handsome man. Women were easy to come by when I was free. I used to take it for granted that a simple smile would get me where I wanted to go.
Now, I’m just grateful that she’s found something in me that makes her relax enough to give in.
I let my fingers drift down the column of her throat as I lick into her mouth, pressing slightly, then trail lower over her clavicle and down her arm. When my fingers meet hers, I take her hand in mine, giving it a gentle squeeze before retracing my path. I open my eyes to watch her, taking my tongue so well, her eyelids pressed tight. When I glide my open palm over her sweet little puckered nipple, her eyes fly open and meet mine.