Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 534(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
“I’m a mess,” she complains, but I shake my head. She rises from the table and walks over to the window, looking at her reflection. “Kade!” she yells at me, and I topple over, laughing as she discovers half of her dinner around her mouth. She's always been a messy eater. But none of that matters—she has always been perfect to me.
She makes me sit down at the counter and produces a magazine for me to read, insisting that she has to “powder her nose.”
I obey, only because I’m hoping this means something. Hoping she will let me stay the night for once. I bury my nose in the glossy pages of the magazine, yawning as I flick through page after page of pretty models in expensive outfits. None of them hold a candle to June.
“Kade?”
I look up at the sound of June's voice and am instantly rendered speechless. Fuck me.
She’s wearing a silk robe; her hair is down from the ponytail she wore today, natural, with some light waves—just the way I like it. She’s wearing red lipstick, and while I thought it would make her look like she’s playing with Mommy’s makeup, she looks… so fucking gorgeous. Irresistible. Something about the red lipstick makes my cock jump in expectation. I want to see it smeared all over her face. I want to ruin her makeup tonight.
“Come here,” I say roughly.
“You come catch me.” She giggles and disappears down the hallway. I don’t need to be told twice, and I run after her as she giggles with delight. It’s like when we were kids—carefree, running around the house—but it’s a different game today.
I make sure to be slow enough to catch her in her bedroom upstairs. She plays along, slipping between my fingers until I capture her in the place where she sleeps every night. Her pretty princess pink room I remember from last time is now a woman’s boudoir. Rich silks, buttery wood, scented candles, and a mirrored vanity, which she’s standing in front of now.
I rush up to her and grab her by her waist. Her eyes find mine, and we stare at one another with quiet intensity. So many words are left unspoken. I take her hips and turn her around, pushing her down until she’s leaning against the vanity. I pull her hair back so she can look at us in the mirror.
“Kade,” she says hoarsely. “What are you doing?”
She writhes against me, and my cock gets harder than ever. I pull her back into my embrace, and with the flick of a hand, I open her silk robe. June gasps as her warm skin meets the cold air in the bedroom, and I swallow thickly when I realize she's naked under the silk. I want to fucking touch her. Hurt her. Make it all better again. But I can't yet. I need to get my fill first.
June’s gasp is the sweetest, most dangerous sound she could make. I stare at her exposed chest, my eyes hungrily taking in her perfect curves. My heart thumps with desire, the fact I’m finally seeing her naked again making me feel dizzy. I’ve had enough. I strip off her robe, and it flutters to the floor. Finally, June is naked in front of me and fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She's the sexiest woman I've ever held in my hands. Her nipples are barely visible, almost the same color as her ivory pale skin. They're tiny, the buds puckering under my watchful gaze. Her pussy isn't like that, though. No, beneath the line of dark hairs, she is all pink, soft lines and curves I want to fucking devour, just as I did a few weeks ago.
My mouth waters at the sight of her, and I can tell she's just as turned on as I am.
"I want to have you," I mutter. "And you're not getting away from me, not this time."
"I don't want to," she admits breathily. Her nipples are hardening, and I haven’t even touched them yet. She’s moaning, whimpering against me. She arches her back, and her hands shoot up, finding her breasts, pinching her own nipples as she looks me in the eyes. "But if you aren't going to do anything, I'll just have to do it myself..."
Her chest is rising and falling with each breath as my eyes travel south. She has a beauty mark on her flat stomach. Her hands flutter to the place between her legs.
“Move your fucking hands,” I order her, and she obeys, trembling under my watchful eyes. "Move them right fucking now. I want to look at you."
Her pussy is waxed bare save for a line of soft dark hairs leading my eyes down. She moans softly when she sees she’s turned me on, and I have to fight back the urge to bend her over the vanity again and just take her, rough and hard, right there. But no. I need to bide my time. I need to make her feel comfortable before I take what I want. I move closer, but she scrambles back, bumping into her nightstand as she giggles softly.