Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Hmm,” I moan as his fingers make deeper impressions on my thighs.
Reality flits. For a second, it’s like I’m watching this happen, unable to believe it.
Felix Franklin is moving his mouth toward my sex. His breath is whispering over my lips. It gets quicker, panting as though he can hardly contain himself.
And all for me.
It’s more than I ever could’ve imagined.
Am I going to ruin it by telling him the truth?
I yelp when his tongue drags up my lips, starting at my innermost treasure. He drags it slowly, making me feel every tiny movement, and then he pushes against my clit.
I choke out a gasping moan, but mostly I’m struggling not to let out a sob of pleasure. Tears have flooded my eyes, making everything blurry, as I struggle to believe this is even happening.
His tongue must be on fire. It’s so hot.
He flicks it across my clit as his finger moves around my entrance.
“So. Fucking. Wet.”
He slips his finger inside, sucking on my clit in the same movement.
He pulls me toward him with a snarl, with his hand still buried in my thigh. I gasp and move with him, driving against his tongue. He flicks it quicker, more urgently, back and forth on my clit, making me focus on that and that alone.
But then his finger slips deeper. I bite down as a scream tries to escape me, a scream that would break the glass in the windows.
He’s buried deep, all the way to his knuckle, moving his finger in swirling motions as he licks my clit quicker, quicker, quicker….
“Ah, ah, ah,” I gasp, closing my eyes and seeing nothing but red, nothing but pleasurable bursts.
“Yes,” he snarls, voice muffled with my pussy. “Come. Now.”
I almost scream it as I reach orgasm. The words are right there as my hips pump restlessly, as I grind firmly against his tongue. They try to explode out of my mouth, the words, even if I know it would be a mistake.
The orgasm hammers into me.
His tongue makes my clit into the hottest point of ecstasy. My belly swirls, and suddenly I’m sure I’m pregnant. He’s somehow done it without needing to go all the way. Our future is secure. It’s the craziness of lust.
My hips jolt, a surge of pleasure sparking in me. He snarls in answer, smoothing his hand to my ass cheek, shamelessly massaging me as I come in waves.
I feel myself seeping, drenched. It makes me wonder if there’s such a thing as too wet.
Am I going to gross him out?
I squeeze onto his shoulders, riding him, grinding against his face.
And then it’s happening again, the words as if I have no control over them.
He needs to know. I get that.
But now?
I have to stop.
My mouth opens, the orgasm deflating, my anxiety taking its place. Maybe that’s what drives it.
He has to know before this goes any further.
It’s gone far enough already.
He rears back, staring at me with glistening lips and narrowed eyes.
I can tell how badly he wants this. I bet he’s rock-solid.
And all for me.
Yet here I am, about to ruin it.
“Felix, wait. I’m a virgin.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Felix
I stare at her, attempting to fight the words trying to burst out of me. The second she tells me she’s a virgin, I’m right there, on the edge of revealing it all.
It only makes me want her more. It only means we’re even more perfect for each other.
Nobody else has ever touched her. Nobody else has ever slid inside her hot young sexiness…which means she belongs to me completely, with no competition, with nobody else getting to even remember being with her.
She takes my hesitation for something else, jolting to her feet, pulling her dress down, and running for the door.
I leap up.
“Fiona, where are you going?”
“You don’t need to say anything.” She stares down at the floor as she paces the hallway. “I get it. It’s not what you expected. I’m not expecting anything from you.”
I follow her, my hands curling into fists reflexively as though in answer to the world-changing news. My tongue twitches as though trying to get me to tell her how significant this is, how much she means to me…even more than she already did, which I thought would be impossible.
“Wait!”
She spins her hands across her middle. It’s like she’s protecting herself after what we just did. Her cheeks are flushed more than I’ve ever seen them, the red a tempting shade that makes me want to touch her again. Her eyes are wide and full of urgency, anxiety, and something else mixed in there.
Maybe it’s fear.
“What?” she whispers.
“I don’t care if you’re a virgin,” I tell her.
It’s the closest I can get to the truth without revealing all of it.
Maybe this is the best moment. I could tell her here, just let it all out in a torrent of want, a roar that she’s mine and she always will be.