Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
“Are you done bitching me out?”
“For now.”
“Good. Now kiss me with that mean-ass mouth.” He grabs my hip, hauling me over his waist so I can straddle him. His hand finds my throat as he tugs me to him. “There’s my girl.”
Our kiss is angry at first. As though I can punish him for what they did or for his words. But his kisses quickly become ravenous, tasting and nipping and sucking as though he wants to consume me. Soon, I forget I’m angry, lost in the way he distracts me from everything but him.
Only him.
His large palms skim over my thighs and then slide beneath the shirt I’m wearing. A groan escapes him. He doesn’t have to ask. He knows. I don’t have panties because that fucker stole them from me. Again, Terrence draws me away from a few hours ago and brings me to the present.
“Goddamn, Penny. This ass is going to make me crazy.” He squeezes my cheeks, pulling on them, making me feel exposed in a way I never have before.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I murmur.
“You’re just kissing me, baby. That’s all.”
“But, I want—”
“Stop talking,” he says, his voice playful. “That’ll happen another night. Not this one.”
Knowing that I’m not expected to have sex has relief flooding through me. As much as I want to try these things with Terrence, I’m terrified I won’t be able to or that I’ll do it all wrong.
“Can I take off my shirt?” I ask, my words sounding breathy and feminine to my ears.
“Probably a bad idea, but I sure as fuck won’t complain.”
I sit up and peel off the material, leaving me completely naked. My heart is hammering in my chest. Every nerve is buzzing inside of me.
He sits up, hugging me to him as he scoots back on the bed, his back resting on the headboard. His palm covers my breast and then his mouth is there. Between my spread legs, his cock, barely contained by the material of his basketball shorts, presses against me. I rub against it, loving how he growls in response. He bites my nipple, making me gasp. Then, he’s sucking it hard but in a way that feels really good. My hips move, eager for the friction of his dick. Every time I rub him just the right way, pleasure teases at me.
It’s intense and insane.
Rather than running from my crazy, I chase it.
“I need…” I murmur.
Honestly, I don’t know what I need. I just feel like Terrence has it for me.
“I know what you need.” His hot breath around my nipple makes me tremble. “Keep riding that dick, beautiful.”
I flex my hips, eager to chase this feeling. His fingers trail their way to my pussy. Easily, he finds the part of me that aches for him. I whimper, but it doesn’t scare him away. If anything, it emboldens him. He latches onto my breast, sucking hard enough to bruise, as his fingers rub at my clit.
All these years I’ve experimented to see if I could feel like other people, though I had no interest in touching myself. It felt mechanical and forced. Nothing I ever did felt like this.
This is incredible.
As though he knows my body better than me, he rubs in firm, small circles until it happens. I detonate like a bomb. Crying out, I arch my back as the elusive orgasm rips through me like lightning.
He clutches my ass, taking a meaty handful, and groans against my neck. His dick throbs. I realize, once his shorts grow warm and wet, that he came too. Pride flutters through me like butterflies.
I’m not weird, cold, inexperienced Penny.
I’m a woman who is very much desired by this man.
“I…” A stupid grin forms on my face. “Sorry about your shorts.”
He chuckles. “Is my girl making fun of me?”
“I think you like it when I make fun of you.”
“Yeah, I guess I do.” He smacks my bare ass. “Get to sleep. I need to do something about this.”
I roll off him, unable to wipe the smile off my face. The bedside light turns on and he climbs out of bed. Shamelessly, I watch as he pulls off his shorts, baring his nice ass to me. He grabs up a clean towel from a laundry basket and wipes off his front. I can’t help but check out his long, thick dick that still remains semi-erect. He locates a pair of white boxers and pulls them on.
God, he’s like an underwear model.
All muscles and sinful in a pair of boxers.
“You’re trouble, English. I think I created a monster.” He tosses me a clean shirt, but I make no moves to grab it. “It’s like that, huh?”
I shrug. “I don’t want to wear it. I like feeling you.”
His amusement fades as he crawls into bed. He strokes his fingers through my messy, still damp hair and then caresses my breast. “Then stay just like this. I like feeling you too.”