Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Are you serious?” I whisper.
He laughs savagely and smooths his hand up my leg, slipping his finger inside of me and moving it in maddening circles. I start writhing against him like a reflex, stunned at how fluidly he draws the pleasure out of me like we’ve been waiting for this for a long time.
He doesn’t answer my question.
Instead, he crushes me with a kiss as he takes possession of my pussy. His lips smash into mine and I open my mouth, again like it’s a reflex, as though we’re driven by a force we can’t control.
I taste myself on his lips as we kiss, our tongues clashing together, the steamy dirtiness of the act turning me on even more.
“Fuck,” he snarls, breaking off the kiss but keeping his face close to mine, our noses touching each other. “You’re such a horny young thing, aren’t you, Macie?”
“I’m horny,” I whisper, my voice shivering. “But…”
He slides his finger from me, his eyes narrowed, his jaw tense and his temples pulsing. “But what?”
Part of me wants to stop this right here, with the taste of his lips against mine and the fluttering of my pussy begging to be touched again, licked again.
But if I let this go too far, I could disappoint him.
And I don’t want to do that.
“I have to tell you something, Miller. It might change things. I don’t think it’s fair to keep it from you.”
“Okay…”
He props himself up on his elbow, his lips glistening, his eyes glimmering darkly, his moon-colored hair catching the light.
I take a deep breath, readying myself for rejection.
Chapter Twelve
Miller
I stand on the balcony, gripping the railing so hard I think I might snap it in half, looking out over the city as it glitters below.
Macie said she wanted to tell me… but after she’d gotten dressed.
The only way I could stop myself from mauling her when she stripped down to change into some fresh clothes was to come out here because otherwise the taste of her on my lips and the memory of the way she moaned and shivered for me would have been too much to handle.
My head still feels foggy with the lust, with all the things I want – I need – to do to her.
When I laid my lips against hers and felt the tension moving through her, the dirty-as-fuck tension that told me she loved tasting herself even if part of her found it a little strange, I knew I had to fuck her, fuck her hard right now, pound her young fresh hole until her body had no choice but to give me a family.
But there was a look in her eyes, almost like prey, like she was scared.
Part of it turned me on, made my cock press against my pants with even more urgency, but the protective part of me rioted at the thought of making my woman feel afraid.
I turn at the sound of her footsteps.
She’s changed into a long-sleeved shirt and pajama bottoms, but she’s forgotten to put a bra on, again, her large breasts shifting from side to side as though she’s trying to hypnotize me. Her nipples poking through the fabric, making my mouth actually water, fucking water like I’m going to eat her.
I need to suck those nipples, to taste her pussy again, to bend her over the balcony railing and ram between her thick tasty ass cheeks until she’s begging for a release.
“It’s nice out here,” she murmurs, joining me at the railing.
“Hmm,” I grunt, fingers itching with the desire to grab her.
“Is something wrong?” she asks, with a sweet innocent lilt to her voice.
I laugh gruffly. “Everything’s right, Macie. Look at you. Look at those perfect tits teasing me through that shirt.”
I glide my hand up her side and smooth it to her breast, palming her through her shirt, squeezing and feeling her nipples rub against the palm of my hand.
She whimpers as her pert nipples graze against me, her whole body shifting the same way it did in the bedroom like she can’t help it.
And she can’t, I realize, no more than I can.
“Miller,” she moans, grabbing my wrist halfheartedly. “Please…”
I give her breast one last squeeze, indulging in the feel of my woman, and then force myself to let go.
This takes far more effort than I would’ve imagined, my body rioting when I break the contact, roaring at me to touch her as much as I want.
She belongs to me.
She’s mine.
And I’d fucking kill any bastard who tried to take her away.
This Derrick motherfucker better watch himself.
“What is it?” I growl.
“Are you angry?” she whispers.
“No.” I laugh roughly. “If I sound pissed, it’s because I’m trying like hell not to bend you over that railing and fuck you hard, fuck you like you deserve to be fucked. I need to fuck you until your body can’t take it anymore, until you’re squirting all over my dick and I can spread it over your ass cheeks, making them fucking shine for me.”