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)
“Fuck, you make me insane for you,” he growls, pinning my wrist against the pillow above my head.
With my free hand, I pull my panties aside, needing to feel him against me. His hard, thick cock slides against my bare clit, sending shivers rioting through me.
“Penny,” he practically snarls. “You’re not ready.”
To prove his point, he rubs the tip of his dick along my slick slit, teasing at my entrance. I freeze, unable to move or speak. All I can focus on is the ragged sounds of our breathing.
It’s noisy.
Too noisy.
“I want you,” I whimper. “But I’m scared to do…that.”
He leans forward, kissing my mouth. “I know, baby. What if we do something else? You trust me to make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Please.”
He sits up and then grabs something from the bedside drawer. I can’t hear what he’s doing, but I hear a cap open. “I’m getting my dick nice and slick,” he explains, the darkness hiding his actions from me. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop and I will.”
He maneuvers my legs until they’re up in the air, the backs of my thighs pressed against his chest. I feel exposed, but I do trust Terrence. He said we weren’t having sex. That calms me down because I know he’ll stay true to his word. His thick cock slides between my thighs and comes up, rubbing along my clit.
Oh, God, that feels good. It’s so slippery.
He grips my thighs, pressing them together. It’s then I realize he’s going to fuck my thighs while rubbing his dick against my clit. It’s almost like sex, but not scary. No, it feels really good for me and based on the feral grunts coming from him, he must love it too.
“Touch your tits, Penny. Pinch those nipples. Pretend they’re my teeth.”
“That’s weird,” I say with a smile.
“Nah, baby, this is weird, but you’ll like it.” The cold lube splatters on my chest. “Rub on them now.”
I grumble in faux annoyance that he got me messy, but the second my fingers slick across my nipples, rubbing the lube in, I see stars.
“Oh my God,” I whimper.
He chuckles. “Told you. Now let’s pretend I’m fucking you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
It’s easy to pretend with all the pleasure assaulting me all at once. Although, there’s an aching emptiness I wish he would fill. I may be afraid to take this step, but I still want him. That want doesn’t disappear.
As he fucks my thighs, he grips my ass, lifting me up for a better angle and spreading my cheeks. His balls slap against my ass with each thrust. We’re both sweating as he drives us closer and closer to climax.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he hisses, his movements growing uneven.
His words send me over the edge. I’ve always been imperfect in every way. A broken version of my siblings who actually are perfect. I know I’m not perfect, but the fact Terrence thinks so has me succumbing to the pleasure he’s gifting me. I cry out as my orgasm overtakes me, unable to continue my ministrations on my hard, sensitive nipples. He growls before heat jets over my stomach, soaking me in his release. His thrusts slow to a stop.
The room grows quiet, but this time it’s a sated, happy kind of comfortable. I wish I could see his face right now. I know he’d be giving me one of his ravenous stares I love so much. He grips my thighs, spreading me apart, and then crudely smears his cum all over my stomach. It tickles and a small giggle escapes me, making him freeze.
“What?” I demand, suddenly self-conscious.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
He rubs cum over my nipples, teasing them. “Just you.”
“What?” My voice sounds tight and almost bitchy.
“I thought your moans were the best sound I’d ever heard. Turns out, it’s that cute as fuck giggle. Now I’m wondering how to make it happen again.”
“Don’t think about it,” I warn.
Of course he already did.
He spends the next few minutes tickling me until I’m screaming at him and promising bodily harm.
“Asshole,” I grumble as he escapes the bed, narrowly missing a swift kick to the gut.
“You love me.”
With those words he heads to the bathroom and starts the shower. I lie on the bed, sticky with his cum and still grinning in the dark.
The light turns on, blinding me. I squint at him, scowling. His sexy smirk does me in. I drink in his muscular body and cocky aura.
“I got you dirty. Now it’s time to clean you up.” He makes a gesture with his head for me to follow.
Like the lovesick girl I am, I scramble off the bed after the stupidly hot boy.
This thing between us is fiery and intense. It grows and grows each day, an unstoppable inferno. All I can do is cherish each moment, hoping it’s not the last.