Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“I might eat them all.” I change the subject, not wanting to lie to her.
“I thought it was me you wanted to eat.”
I smile. She has no idea how true her words are. It’s something I plan on doing a lot tonight. I couldn’t even control my thoughts when I was with her brother and dad.
The only thing I could think of while she baked was tasting her cookie. How I wanted her taste on my tongue. Each time her pink little tongue peeked out to lick frosting off her lips, I thought of how she sucked me to orgasm the night before.
I’m a dirty bastard for thinking those things while I sat with her family, but it’s her fault. She makes me feel out of control when it comes to her. She makes me feel a lot of things that I’m not used to or ready to admit.
I couldn’t even control my thoughts with her brother Beau shooting me death glares. I do have to admit that whenever he didn’t want to kill me, he seemed to be a good guy. I wasn’t going to shame him about the fact he wants to fuck someone ten years younger than him. He’s doing enough of that shit to himself, and I’m about to do the same thing.
“Oh, I plan to eat you.” I lick my lips. I’ve eaten her so many times I should be over it. I think it’s only made me hungrier for her. It’s why I know marriage would be good between us. My hunger for her only keeps growing.
That shy innocence she has turns me the fuck on, but so does getting her to come out of her shell. Who am I kidding? Her breathing turns me on. I’d reach for her and pull her into my lap, but the snow is coming down hard and I want that seat belt on her right now.
“Good, because I’ve got plans that fit perfectly with that.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and her cheeks bloom pink, making my already hard cock start to ache. My control is splintering. I don’t see why I have to hold back now. The engagement is no longer fake in my eyes. I want to make her my wife, so why couldn't I have her now?
My phone rings in my pocket. I pull it out and see it’s my brother. I power it off. It’s Christmas Eve; there shouldn't be any work emergencies. If there is, they can get a hold of Kelly and she can handle it.
“Everything okay?” She releases her lip.
“It was my brother. I’m sure my mother will be calling soon.”
“It’s late. Is something wrong?”
“No.” The car rolls to a stop, and I get out, offering Angel my hand to help her down.
“I don’t think I care for them,” she says as we step on to the elevator. She lets out a huff. “I won’t put up with her trying to set you up with other women.” I filled her in some last night on how my mother has always been. My only reply is to grab her and lift her up off of her feet to press her against the elevator wall. Her being jealous over me breaks the last bit of my self-control.
She gasps in surprise as I take her mouth. The need to possess her has me being rough with her, but I can’t stop myself. I have to consume her the same way she has me. And that’s exactly what I do.
I delve my tongue into her mouth, taking what I want. I can feel the heat of her sweet little cunt through my pants as she rubs herself on my rock-hard cock. She is so willing and soft in my arms. I think she would let me do anything I wanted to her. As sappy as it sounds, all I want to do is make her mine. For her to want me with the same bone-aching need I have for her.
I carry her off the elevator, heading straight for our bedroom. I hear her shoes hit the ground in the process. When I place her on her feet, she starts pulling at my clothes. She’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
“Why do you have so many buttons?”
I grab the front of my shirt, giving it a yank and causing the buttons to go flying. She stands there for a second staring at me before she bursts into laughter. I find myself laughing with her as I go for her dress, pulling it up and over her head, leaving her in only her panties and bra. She’s my heaven on earth.
The laughter dies on her lips when I go for her bra before dropping to my knees in front of her. I bury my face between her thighs, breathing in her scent through her panties before I hook my fingers into them and slip them down her leg.