Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
She bites her lip as I lean forward to lick her pussy again. I keep our eyes locked as I start to move my fingers at a faster pace. Her juices slide out, bathing my tongue and you can hear my fingers move in and out of her. Shelby’s fucking soaked for me. I bury my head between her legs as far as I can get it. Letting her ride it as her body begins to jerk and quiver, her hips rocking out desperate to come.
The sugar walls of her cunt are practically pulsating as her muscles squeeze my fingers and she rides my face. Her fingernails scoring my skin.
“King!” she cries out. I look up and she’s staring straight at me.
As a reward, I suck on her clit again, clamping down with my teeth to give her a sting of pain. That sends her over the edge and the heels of her feet dig into my back. Her nails are continuing to score my skin as her body tightens to the point that there must be pain as she tries to hold onto the pleasure she feels. My cock presses against my damn jeans, wet and angry because I’m not claiming her that way today.
It will be soon though. There’s no way I can keep from it after this little taste. I lick her pussy again, softly this time. Slowly taking my time in a way that is meant to calm and soothe her ravaged folds instead of stoking more hunger. Only then do her aftershocks come to an end and her body goes languid.
I sit back on my heels and look at my woman, her skin pink, dotted with perspiration and well loved. I reach down, grabbing a discarded towel and clean her up, gently. She hisses a breath through her teeth because she’s so sensitive. I ate at her hard, maybe too hard—but I couldn’t stop myself.
It’s hard not to lose control with her. All I want is to make her feel good and show that I’m going to have a care and cherish her. I’m not like that bastard who hurt her.
I crawl up the bed next to her, throwing some of the cover over her body. I see a flicker of disappointment in her eyes before she curls into me. “What about your turn?” she mumbles against my chest.
“My turn can wait. This was for you. I wanted your body relaxed and well-loved.”
“I think you accomplished that.”
I chuckle as I nuzzle my nose into her hair, wrapping my arm around her body.
Mine.
With what she gave me tonight there’s no going back. Hell, that hasn’t been an option since the first moment I laid eyes on her.
Chapter 17
Shelby
I try my best not to be salty as I get ready for work. It’s not working out well for me though. I’m not sure there’s a girl out there that wants to wake up alone after one of the best nights of their life, and yet here I am, wondering what happened. Did I do something wrong? It feels like I did because he didn’t leave a note or even send me a text.
Instead, I’m left alone with my insecurities and right now they are getting the better of me. I’m trying not to give into it, but I’m hurt. That pain allows all my old insecurities to hit me. All my past experiences with Mason are storming back, bringing memories that are beaten into me so deeply that they will never leave.
I glare at my reflection as I war with myself. I pull my hair back into a high pony, trying to ignore my dark thoughts. I wrap my hair in a circle, making a cute bun before pinning it on. It’s just better not to have my hair in the way when I’m working on the ICU floor. I don’t really like to wear a bunch of make-up either, so I just add a little lip gloss then slide it into one of my pockets. I put on a tiny bit of mascara before I look at myself, taking a deep shuddering breath. Whatever the reason King just left like this, I refuse to dwell on it.
I refuse to let him ruin my day.
I grab my keys, phone, purse and lock up. As I get into the car, I put my new phone in the cupholder. Why would he get me something so nice if he didn’t care? It doesn’t make any sense and I can’t seem to make it. King is too confusing.
The phone rings, startling me out of my thoughts. It’s probably King. The only other person with the number is my grandmother. I texted her last night to give her the new number, but given her hate for cellphones, I doubt it’s her.
I can’t see the caller ID from this angle. Trepidation rolls through me. I want to answer it, but there’s a tingle of fear that it could be Mason calling. I shake my head, feeling stupid for being afraid. He doesn’t have this number and he can’t get it because it’s not in my name. I snap out of it and answer it before it goes to voicemail.