Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
No, not killed. This man—the one I want to kiss so badly it hurts—slaughtered him. Yet I’m aching, quivering inside, and I don’t care if that sounds cheesy even to me. It’s real. He squeezes my thigh, sending pleasure shimmering up my leg. My hole tingles as I remember what it felt like last time.
“Tell me.”
He stares at me with barely restrained hunger flaring in his eyes. His hand gets tighter on my leg, owning me, and it feels so good. I want to be owned by him forever, but what if he gets that glazed-over look again? What if he snaps and kills me too? What is wrong with me?
“You say it,” I whisper.
He shakes his head, a smirk shaping his lips as though the idea appeals to him.
“It’s not my place.”
I reach forward and dig my fingernails into his solid chest. There’s so much mass there, rock-solid strength that thrums hotly at my touch. It makes me think of how his naked body would feel against mine, touching the scorching perfection of skin-on-skin contact as much as possible.
“Say it, Jamie. You owe me.”
He flinches. His smirk vanishes. I realize why. He thinks I’m talking about Dad.
“I gave you a ride, remember?” I say, trying to make it playful, but we both see what happened. We both know what’s always going to lurk between us.
He leans in and stares. He owns.
“You’re a virgin,” he snarls.
I let out a gasp of relief. It’s so much easier when he says it in his deep voice. His tone tells me he likes it, and his hand slides up my leg.
“Yes,” I moan as he gets closer. “Is that okay?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Jamie
She asks me if it’s okay, tempting me to tell her the truth. Her mouth is slightly open, sweet moans escaping her. She shivers as I get closer to her crotch. Her eyes have that tempting wide, shocked look as if she can’t believe how good it feels, how right we are for each other.
It’s like she’s thinking about all the crazy stuff I am. God, if she was… I don’t care about her dad. The rift between us. The lies.
I’d fuck her right here, tear off her clothes and drive my hot, wet dick deep into her virgin slit. I’d hammer her tight pussy over and over and fucking over. My tip is burning with precome when she moans again.
“Jamie?”
“It’s perfect,” I growl. “You’re perfect.”
I kiss her hard, opening my mouth, loving how she darts forward with her tongue. My young virgin is so damn enthusiastic, so eager to please, but only me.
I grab her pants and pull them down roughly. She moans through the kiss when I yank them around her knees, and then I lose it. I stop the kiss, grab her pants, and pull them the rest of the way, staring at her thick, creamy thighs. Her hole is soaked for me, pink and glistening, her folds beautifully swollen as if responding to her lust. Her clit looks engorged, made for sucking, licking, tasting, and owning.
“Oh, fuck…”
I collapse onto the floor, sliding my hands up her legs, kissing her goose-pimpled skin as she shivers. Looking up, I find her propped on her elbows, staring down at me with flushed and excited cheeks.
“You really don’t mind?”
“Has anybody tasted this sweet pussy before?” I ask, hardly able to contain my voice.
“N-no,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I’ve never done anything.”
That means I own her soul and her slit. I won every single part of her. She. Is. Mine.
“Do you want me to lick your virgin hole?” I groan, circling her soaked entrance with my finger.
“Do you want to?” she moans.
“I fucking need to. I need to taste your creamy pussy. I need to feel these thick, beautiful legs shaking for me when you come. When you do it, close your legs around me. Trap me against your perfect pussy. I’m going to devour you.”
“J-Jamie.” She gasps. “Oh, oh…”
Then she can’t say anything else. I can’t do anything else except focus on her taste, her wetness. I push my face against her pussy, licking her hole, then making my tongue hard and pushing inside, tonguing her, gorging on her juices. She moans so gorgeously, her hips bucking in that reflexive way. I move my tongue to her clit, and greedily suck it, obsessed with how her moans change.
It’s like she’s never felt… No, not like it. This is her first time, and her innocent pussy can’t get enough of it. I move my tongue quicker on her clit, then move up and down her folds. I swear, each part of her tastes different, tangy, and so intimate. I guide my finger to her entrance.
“Can your tight virgin pussy take it?” I say, surprising myself with how passionate my voice is.
I’m asking but also demanding and telling her. It’s my right.