Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Her moans are the best, the way she sends them through the kiss, a quiver telling me she’s finding it difficult to hold herself back. I’m sure I can feel how excitable her youthful body is, so alive with lust and desire, so amped-up.
Both of us are ablaze with this moment.
“I need you upstairs.” I break off the kiss but keep close, tasting her breath as she pants. “I need your tight pussy.”
“We can’t do…that here.”
“Then I’ll taste you,” I growl. “And you’ll cream all over my face. You’ll come for me like the horny thing you are. Then, when you’re soaked and ready for more, we’ll see how you feel….”
“Logan….”
She takes one hand from my shoulder and smooths it down my face. The movement is surprisingly soft, surprisingly romantic in a way I can’t quite define.
It’s like we’re already a couple, the way she trails her hand down my face.
She’s going to tell me something important. I can see it in her eyes.
“I want to go upstairs,” she murmurs.
I’m sure it was something else, but what am I going to say?
No?
I can’t, not now, not for all the money in the world. Not even if it meant sacrificing the charity.
She has captured me completely, a net made of her warm body, her moaning breaths, and the pleasure trying to burst from every curvy inch of her.
“Come on, then.”
She squeals adorably when I shift position, moving her so I’m holding her in my arms, the way I will when I carry her over the threshold.
Her hands naturally wrap around my neck as she gazes up, her eyes wide with lust, her body as hot with it as mine.
Kicking the door open, I carry her up the staircase.
She clings tighter to me as I move sideways a little, making sure her feet or head doesn’t hit the wall.
“Is it hard?” she whispers.
“No, you’re not heavy.”
“Hmm.”
“You’re not,” I say firmly, giving her legs a squeeze, unable to stop myself. “You’re the perfect weight.”
“Not exactly supermodel material.”
I place her down at the top of the stairs, kissing her again as our passion takes us across the room.
We’re against the wall, her body trapped beneath mine. My cock is so hard it almost hurts, the tip bulging, leaking precome hotly, so it becomes sticky in my pants.
My balls are full, flooded.
My head pulses with the thought of seeing her body, her young fertile perfect body without any clothes on.
“I bet you’re soaked,” I snarl, breaking off the kiss as I trail a hand up her leg.
She looks around the room.
It’s small, with a window in the corner, the glass clouded. The lights are turned off, and the room is cool, giving it a private feel.
“Are you sure it’s safe here?” she murmurs.
“Nobody’s going to be here until this evening,” I tell her. “We’ve got all day if we want it.”
Your sassy sexiness is just for me. No other man gets to see you this way.
A smile touches her lips, that classic Lucy smile as if she’s deciding whether or not to jump.
Then she does.
She leans forward, kisses me again, and I let even more passion burn through me.
I’m sure I almost explode when I feel her bare thigh beneath my hand and move up slowly. She breaks the kiss off, her teeth clicking against mine as she moans in pleasure, anticipation.
I can sense her, every part of her.
Closer and closer, I slip my hand up between her legs.
Fuck.
I was right. Her pussy’s drenched, seeping through her panties, wet against my hand.
I grind my hand up and down her panties, rubbing her slowly at first, then a little quicker.
But I can’t focus on that for long.
Pushing her underwear aside, I touch her bare pussy instead.
She collapses against me, pressing her hands against my chest as I bring my finger to her clit and begin to rub faster, her needy horny clit responding by making my woman moan louder, then bite down as if to stop herself.
“The next building is on the other side of the parking lot. The windows are closed. Nobody’s going to hear you. We wouldn’t be doing this if there was a chance. This is just for me.”
“Hmm,” she moans, moving her hips almost insistently.
I’ve stopped rubbing her as I speak. She’s telling me, in her innocent horny way, that she wants me to keep going.
“I’ve got something better.”
I remove my hand and place it on the small of her back to guide her.
“Follow me.”
As we walk to the room in the corner, I can’t help but slide my hand down to her ass, massaging her round globes, feeling the warmth of her skin, the promise of her body.
Opening the door, I gesture inside.
“Wow.” She walks ahead of me, looking around the small but tidy room. “I was expecting worse.”
“We do the best we can,” I tell her. “When the budget allows. It did here.”