Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Luna.” This time my name’s a prayer.
“I’m begging you. Touch me.” I pinch my nipples. “Make me yours.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” he growls, taking a step away from me.
Hurt prickles at his rejection, but I’m too far gone to stop now. I’ve been waiting years for Samson Carter to put his hands on my body and now that I’ve really had a taste of what he has to offer… I don’t know that I’ll ever get enough.
Chapter Twenty
Samson
This isn’t what I had in mind when I went after Stella tonight.
I figured we would talk, hash things out. And now she’s standing topless in front of me, her gorgeous tits on display, her jeans undone, her hair all mussed and the scent of her release coating my fingers.
“I’m not a child, Samson Carter.” Stella crosses her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up in the most mouthwatering way.
“Don’t I fucking know it,” I mutter, willing myself to keep my hands at my sides.
“Then touch me.”
“I just did.”
She glares at me and shoves her jeans and panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked. I’m pretty sure I blackout for a second, because fuuuuuck.
“Goddammit, Luna.” I ball my hands into fists, refusing to touch her again, because I know once I do—once I get my hands on her in the way she’s asking—I’ll never stop. I know once I truly touch her, once I taste her, I’ll devour her until there’s nothing left. “I’m trying to do the right thing here.”
“And the right thing is to leave me wanting?” Stella pouts and I feel my resolve weaken. I never have been good at telling her no.
“If you don’t want me…” She drags one hand down her body, following the curve of her waist, all the way down to her pussy. She slides one finger through the neatly trimmed thatch of curls to her clit. “If you don’t want me, I’ll… I’ll find someone else who does.”
My mind races and my dick throbs as I wonder who in the hell is this seductress in front of me.
With her finger still playing with her pussy, she steps closer to me. “I’ll find someone else to fuck me. To get me off.”
A savage growl rips from my throat at the thought of any other man touching what’s mine. “If anyone’s going to get you off,” I whisper, dropping my voice as I crowd her small body with my much larger one, “it’ll damn sure be me.”
She grins, looking all too pleased with herself.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Luna.”
“I’m not scared,” she whispers as she comes to a stop directly in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I can feel her heat and smell her arousal. I’m a man on the edge, and I’m not sure what I’ll do if she keeps provoking me.
Because that’s what this is—she’s pushing me to get her way, to get what she thinks she wants. I know she wouldn’t go out and let someone else touch her after coming all over my fingers. But still, her antics are this close to driving me mad.
“Please, Samson,” she begs. “I feel so hot and heavy and full of need. Please make it better.” She ghosts her lips over mine. “I waited for you, you know? Even after what you did, I waited.”
And with those softly spoken words, my resolve snaps. I close the minute distance between us in a flash, claiming her soft, supple lips with my own. My right hand gathers her hair in a tight fist, guiding her head just so, and my left slips between us, working my belt buckle with a speed I didn’t know I was capable of.
She whimpers as I nip at her lip and I revel in the sound.
This isn’t the way I wanted this to happen between us, but knowing that my Luna waited for me, that no other man has touched her, has my baser instincts taking over.
Stella says she wants this, she’s going to get it, and I’m damn sure going to enjoy every second.
I walk us toward her bed until her knees hit the mattress. “Lay down, Luna.”
She lowers herself down to the edge and then scoots back toward the headboard.
“I hope you know what you’re in for,” I murmur, shoving my pants down and kicking them off.
“No boxers?” she asks, her eyes glued to my cock.
“Laundry day.” I shrug and pull my shirt over my head.
“God bless laundry day.”
“Spread your legs, Stella.”
Some of her bravado falls away; but she still complies, dropping to her knees. My mouth waters at the sight of her pretty pink pussy, all glistening wet for me. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous.”
“Are… are you just going to stand there?” she asks, squirming under the weight of my hungry stare.
“Let me enjoy the view.” Reaching down, I grip my cock in my right hand and tug.