Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 88716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
But I didn’t. I didn’t say a word, just enjoyed the wetness of his mouth against mine and craved so much more.
“Tomorrow,” he said between kisses. “We have to do tomorrow. I can’t fucking wait anymore.”
I nodded, just praying we had a way. Any way to make this happen without my parents going crazy at me and breaking their hearts over me being some terrible teenager on a mission to destroy them.
“How?” I asked. “I could try Holly, but they’re so suspicious now. They’ll probably call her mum like overprotective assholes.”
He let out a bit of a laugh, and I did too. Then he pressed his forehead to mine, both of us leaning together and breathing in sync.
It felt so good.
It felt so right.
“There is a way,” he said, and my ears perked right up.
“There is? You mean a plan?”
“A plan that could well be a great outlet for us for weeks to come.”
I couldn’t even begin to hope for that. My eyes were so hard on his, searching for clues, and his beamed right back.
“Your parents came up with it,” he told me, and smirked so hard as Miss Tiddles jumped up from under the bed to join us. She purred as he ran his fingers down her back, and it brought back so many memories of me taking her from his arms when I was so small.
“They did?”
He nodded. “There’s a cat sanctuary opening soon.”
I knew it. I’d seen it all over my Facebook feed, so much going on about it. I’d been sharing a load of the fundraiser posts, trying to keep the support rolling in for them.
“Yeah, I know.” I told him. “Down by Canal Walk. They have the land down there to build it on. An old warehouse unit too.”
His eyes were dirty on mine, glittering with filth even now. Even talking about cat sanctuaries.
“Your parents suggested it would be a good outlet and challenge for you to help organise a charity auction at our premises. It will be good for the cat sanctuary, they said. Something you are passionate about and something that would be great for the community.” His pause was so heated. Such a tease. “They were very keen on the idea. Very passionate that people could donate and you could lead it.”
I sucked in so much breath, eyes opening wide at the thought. Because it was crazy. It would be an even crazier dream than being up at that podium once today.
Miss Tiddles jumped back down from the bed, and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d love it. I’d love the cats, and the people and really putting my effort into something so worthwhile.
He carried on speaking before I found words.
“Your parents asked me if I’d help, of course. They are well aware that it would take a lot of expertise, and the authority to really utilise the premises, as well as helping out with the business sponsorship of the event itself.”
I smiled as I realised the implication.
“And that would take a lot of time, right? You and me together working on that charity event?”
His smile was so gorgeous. Insanely gorgeous.
“It would take a serious amount of time,” he said, and his voice was satin. Pure satin. “Such a serious amount of time out of office hours. I’m not sure we’ll ever get it done in time without some serious commitment to the work involved.”
My lips pressed so gently to his, and he took my hand so tight. I loved the way his thumb rubbed my knuckles.
“Are you still sore for me, little girl?” he whispered and guided my hand between my legs under my nightdress.
I nodded. “I’m still sore really deep. It still hurts when I clench.”
“I’m going to make you so fucking sore again tomorrow, princess. I’ve got some incredible presents to show you.”
“Please…” I whispered, my heart thumping so fast, knowing so soon he had to go back downstairs.
“Show me that sweet pussy,” he said, and I did.
I lay back on the bed and hitched my nightdress up. I’d picked my most innocent one in nice pink lace, and I’d picked a lovely pair of girlish knickers to go with them, and it had worked.
I could see the want in his eyes, and my tummy flipped to know that it was all for me.
“I’ve got two minutes tops,” he said, just confirming my thoughts. “Show me that pretty little slit, I want to see how wet you are.”
I was soaking for him. So wet that my fingers squelched as I tugged my panties to the side. I’d been rubbing my clit so hard thinking of him downstairs, and it was so obvious. My hips still bucked on instinct as I started playing with myself all over again.
He pressed his palm to the swell in his pants, and I so wished I could open my mouth for him like a good girl. To suck him in so deep before he stretched me and made me his.