Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I could’ve left her down there. Or gotten dressed and quickly told her I had misspoken. I shouldn’t have mentioned kissing her.
But there’s no way I can stop now.
Her hips were sculpted for my hands, and then I feel her ass as I smoothed my hands down, and I now knew that even a meteor couldn’t hinder me. She moans quietly as our lips get closer, my hands indulging shamelessly in her round, juicy ass.
Made for me, like every part of her.
“Dominic,” she whispers, so close I can feel her breath, smell her, almost taste her.
She’s going to tell me to stop. I can read the intent in the tilt of her head and her parted lips.
But then, with a shivering breath that tells me how horny she is, she leans even closer. I do the same as if I want to make sure I share a portion of the blame.
Our kiss starts passionately straight away.
There’s some fumbling, our teeth clicking once, but only because we’re both burning up. She moans through the tight press of our lips, smoothing her hands up my arms, holding on tightly so I can feel the urgency in her touch.
Our mouths open, tongues finding each other, as I snarl and slip my hand down the back of her shorts. A thrum moves through her body, making her taut for a moment.
I think she’s going to tell me to stop.
But when my hands move over her naked ass, she starts rubbing her body against mine. It’s like she can’t stop, an instinct driving her as urgently as the one directing me.
I claim her entire ass, kneading them, massaging, pressing them together.
I can’t believe how perfect she feels, her flesh sculpted to my hand, made for me in every sense.
We keep kissing as I move my hand around, sliding it along her skin, eager not to separate from her. If I do, maybe I’ll start thinking about the fact Lizzy’s sleeping upstairs.
Or the fact she could come down here any moment.
I should be thinking about that, but then I feel the mound of my woman’s sex, her lips as I move lower, then the heat of her entrance.
“You’re already wet,” I snarl, breaking off the kiss for a moment. “You’re drenched for me.”
“Do you…,” she stares into my eyes. “Like it?”
“You drive me wild,” I say fiercely, then move my finger to her entrance, stroking it around, spreading her wetness. “I want to feel that sweet pussy so badly, wrapped around my cock.”
“I’m….” She takes a breath, leaning back slightly, her hands on my chest. “I’m a virgin. It’s not a big deal. I’m not embarrassed about it or anything. I just thought I didn’t really want my first time to be like this.”
Virgin.
My cock presses harder against my shorts, precome leaking out of my huge end.
She’ll only ever be mine.
When I claim her tight soaked slit, it will be all mine.
Nobody else will ever touch her.
“I understand,” I say, struggling to keep this all within, struggling not to tell her how I feel. “But that doesn’t stop me from wanting it.”
She gasps, collapsing against me as I slip my finger inside of her.
She’s so tight, her innocent pussy squeezing my finger as I push slowly deeper, knowing I have to be as gentle as my animal lust will let me.
“You’re going to come for me,” I growl in her ear, glancing at the closed door to make sure we’re not about to be interrupted.
It’s a horrible impulse. It’s a sign we should stop.
But there’s no way, not as she begins to move her hips in time with my finger like her desire is urging her.
I’ll watch for the movement of the handle. I’ll try to focus if I can focus on anything except my woman.
Her movements seem like a reflex like her virgin body knows it was made for me, even if she hasn’t consciously realized it yet.
I can’t take it anymore.
With a husky breath – which would be a roar if my daughter wasn’t asleep upstairs – I yank my woman’s shorts and panties down, grabbing them both together.
She whimpers like she’s my prey, and maybe she is, on one level. Maybe she turns me so primal and possessive that I become a predator in certain moods.
But that doesn’t mean this all isn’t leading to a bright glistening future….
It just means, right now, I’m unchained.
I pull her shorts down to her ankles, then fall to my knees like I’m worshiping her slit. I can smell her tangy and inviting wetness as I kiss up her thigh and get closer and closer to her pussy.
“Have you ever done this before?” I growl.
“None of it,” she whimpers. “I’ve never…been touched there before.”
My balls swell more than they already were, seed trying to surge up my length. I’m tense with the hunger for her touch.