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)
“Does that mean you’ll sleep naked too?”
“If I sleep naked, we might as well kiss your virginity goodbye.”
“You wouldn’t just take it,” I tell him.
“No, but you’d hand it over, baby, and you’re not ready no matter how good this feels.”
He pulls me to him and then turns off the light. I like the way my skin clings to his, both of us still sticky with sweat from moments earlier. My breasts are pressed into his ribs, which is an amazing feeling. I like feeling this close to him.
I drift off, more relaxed than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
“Not judging, man, but I suggest you get clothes on this girl before her brother murders you. Roan texted they’re on their way with Sebban. Bringing donuts.” Cal laughs. “And it smells like sex in here. You better air out this room. I’m guessing you have about ten minutes left until Hollis shows up.”
Terrence grumbles at him as he pulls the covers over our heads. The door clicks closed as Cal leaves.
“Your brother is going to kill me,” Terrence says, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Question is, do I stay here and take a beating or do I force the most beautiful girl in the world to put some clothes on?”
“You almost died once and lived. You’ll probably evade death again. Let’s chance it and see.”
“Are you teasing me, Penny English? Who knew? Just needed an orgasm, huh?”
I smack at his chest, narrowing my eyes at him. “Stop talking.”
“Gladly.” His mouth crashes to mine, uncaring that we both have morning breath. He rolls his body on top of mine, settling between my spread legs. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Give me another orgasm. Hurry.”
“Bossy.” He grins. “I promised you the tongue.”
I curl my lip up at him. “Ew.”
“Not ew. You’re going to love it.” He kisses his way down my chest and stomach. “If you don’t, you can have my donut.”
I’m starving. For both orgasms and donuts. Either way, I win.
“Stop talking and use your tongue for something better. If you think—fuck!”
He nips at my clit, making my back come up off the bed. His palm covers my breast, pressing me down as his mouth assaults my pussy.
He’s right.
This feels amazing.
I clutch onto his head, spreading my thighs to give him more access. He growls against me—hot and ravenous. His lips and tongue are all over me, exploring and teasing and tasting. It’s the single most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life. He pushes his tongue inside of me. It’s strange and slick and foreign, but I like it. I want more. His fingers and his dick.
“Mine,” he rumbles against my pussy. “This is mine.”
“Yes.” Sure as heck doesn’t feel like it belongs to me anymore. Every nerve ending in my pussy seems to obey his every stroke of his tongue. “Oh God.”
“Almost there, baby. I want your cream all over my tongue.” He starts fucking me with his tongue again as his thumb pleasures my clit.
It’s too much.
Not enough.
My orgasm slices through me in an earth-shattering way. I lose all sense of reality, swept up in the overwhelming sensations running through me. When I finally relax, he crawls over me until our mouths meet.
He tastes different now.
Like me.
His dick is hard and straining through his boxers. I know he said we wouldn’t, but I want it so bad. I want him.
“Terrence,” I beg.
“I know, baby. I want it too. Not yet. Give it time. Give us time.”
Car doors slam outside and his eyes widen.
“Hollis really will murder me. Get dressed, woman.”
I curl my lip up at him. “Hollis isn’t my dad—”
And then I hear it. Him.
“Where is she?” the familiar voice demands.
“Just getting dressed,” Cal says to my freaking dad. “Want a cup of coffee, man?”
Terrence flies out of the bed and dresses in three seconds flat. I roll my eyes and then put on the shirt he offers me. He tosses some shorts with drawstrings my way.
“We’ll continue this later, baby,” he assures me. “If I thought Hollis would kill me, there’s no telling what your dad would do if he caught us in here.”
“I’m a big girl,” I sass as I pull on the pants.
“With me, sure. Your dad, though, will always see you as his little girl.”
I climb out of his bed and hug him. “Try not to die. I like you.”
“Aww, English,” he says, stroking my hair. “In Penny-speak, that means you love me.”
“Stop talking.”
He laughs and it warms me to my heart.
Terrence is right about something. I’m falling for him. Hard. And I am so out of my depth here. I’d rather drown, though, than give up any of this with him.
Terrence
I rush into the bathroom, needing to brush my teeth and wash up. There’s no fucking way I’m going to carry on a conversation with Garrett with his daughter’s arousal smeared all over my face. I’m not Cal. That fucker is fearless. I almost died once. Not looking to do that shit again.