Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
With his free hand, he slid his fingers through her pussy, finding her entrance and pressing in deep. She felt so incredibly tight and hot. She was already soaking wet, and the taste of her was the best thing he could ever remember.
This woman on his bed was all his.
That was what was driving him completely crazy with need. Faith belonged to him, and he was going to treat her with so much care, and never let her go, not for a single second. He loved her being here, and feeling her responses to him only served to drive his desire for her even higher.
“Please, Caleb, I can’t stand it.”
“You want to come?” he asked, whispering the words against her pussy.
“Yes, please, I need it.”
Thrusting two fingers inside her wet cunt, he attacked her clit, drawing her closer and closer to orgasm, feeling her ride toward it fast approaching. Her pants, her pleasure cries, all drove his arousal up. Releasing his cock, he held onto her hip, squeezing the flesh as she wriggled against his mouth.
Her pussy tightened even more, and within seconds she erupted, screaming his name as her cum flooded his fingers. He continued to suck her clit, relishing each shake and moan as it filled the air.
****
Faith had read about orgasms, and of course she’d experienced them at her own hand, but never in all of her life could she even imagine it being like that. Caleb pressed a kiss against her clit and lifted up.
Staring down at him, she saw his face covered in her cream, and she licked her own lips.
“You taste so good. I’m going to want to lick your pussy regularly.”
She didn’t have a problem with that, not at all. In fact, she liked the thought of him licking her pussy.
“I don’t want you to stop,” she said.
“You don’t have to do this.”
“I’m not doing this because I have to.” She sat up and hesitated as she cupped his face. She didn’t know why she did, only that she wasn’t sure if she could touch him.
Caleb took her hands and placed them against his cheeks. “I’m yours to touch any time you want. You don’t need permission.”
She ran her thumbs down his face. There was a hard line of stubble that grazed her thumbs.
“Is it wrong that I want so much?” she asked.
“It’s never wrong to want something.” His hand stayed at her hip, and she watched him, unable to look away. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
“But I want this, Caleb. I want you.”
“What exactly do you want?”
“I want to … have sex. I want to fuck.”
He smiled. “The stuff I know would terrify a little girl like you.”
She tilted his head back, and this time, she claimed his lips. When she slid her tongue across his, he opened up, and she plunged inside, deepening the kiss. Her need for him rose with each passing second.
“Why don’t you try me?” she said. “I think you’ll be surprised about what I’m willing to take.”
She sat on the bed, naked, completely vulnerable and open to his touch. Glancing down, she saw his pants were down to his knees. His cock was still rock-hard, the tip slick with his pre-cum.
“I’m not a little girl,” she said, reaching down and taking him in her hand.
He was a lot bigger than what she thought he would be. Working her hand up and down his length, she watched as he closed his eyes.
It looked like he was in a little pain.
“Once you start this, there’s no way out, Faith. You’ll be my woman. No holding back. I want to know everything, and you’ll be open and honest with me.”
“I know you killed my father. I know you hate having me here as some kind of debt.” She’d come to see that even though Caleb was a bad man, he had … standards. It seemed to contradict everything, and yet, she wouldn’t change a single thing about him. She didn’t care that he hurt people or even killed them in his line of work.
The world was a shitty place to be. There were men and women out there who were far more dangerous than this man in front of her.
“I’m not a good man.”
“I’m not looking for a good man, Caleb. I’m not going to judge you or ask you for anything that you’re not willing to give.”
“I don’t do love.”
This made her smile. “I don’t believe in it.”
She may read all about it, but that didn’t mean that she was interested in it, or even for a second believed it existed. In the world she’d known, love meant nothing. Her own parents hadn’t loved each other. In fact, she’d go so far as to say they despised each other, at least from what her father said. He’d often curse the woman who’d burdened him with a child.