Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Her eyes dart back and forth between mine. “Maybe you’re just not interested in me. I know it’s not right. That I should—”
I cut her off, sealing my mouth over hers and taking another kiss. My control is snapping. When she moans into my mouth and her hands begin to roam my body, I rip my mouth from hers and jump up from the bed.
I start to pace and she sits up in bed, looking at me. Her fingers go to her mouth as she watches me prowl back and forth. I try to take a deep breath to calm myself. I was two seconds away from ripping her clothes off her body and taking her as mine. I was too rough with her tiny body. I need to take a moment and think.
I take one last look at her before I storm from the room. I go straight for the shower and flip the water on before stripping my clothes off. Once I step under the spray, the cold water is a welcome relief. It clears my mind but does nothing to stop the ache in my cock. It’s hard and jutting straight out, tight with need. It’s massive, and when I try to hold it under the cold water, it still throbs to cum.
I wrap my hand around my cock and start to pump. Cumming is the only way this is going to be eased. Images of Minnie below me in bed flash through my mind. Her lips swollen from my mouth on her. Her soft little body wiggling under mine. It only takes a second before the need is too great and my cum splashes against the wall as I groan out her name.
The relief only lasts a second and I look down to see my hand still wrapped around my cock. It’s still just as hard as when I walked in here. “Fuck,” I mumble, letting the cold water roll over me.
After a few more moments, I give up and flip off the water then grab a towel and dry myself off.
I grab a pair of sweats and rush back into the room, worried about what Minnie must think of my quick departure. I locked the door when the kids left, so I know she couldn’t have left. I installed a lock on the inside as well so only I could open the door. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. I have to keep her from leaving me. I was scared she might try and slip out one night. I know she doesn’t want to, but the lock is the only thing that lets me sleep.
When I make it back to the room she’s still sitting in bed. Her eyes are wide and go directly to my chest. They trace down my body. I know the sweatpants don’t do much to hide what I’m feeling for her right now, and she sees every inch of it through the thin gray material.
She looks unsure of what to say. She’s being shyer than normal.
“I want you, Minnie. Don’t ever question that.”
Her eyes widen and she smiles. The tightness in my chest lessens a little. Thank fuck she's not crying anymore.
“Why did you leave just then?” She wiggles a little, getting closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to me.
That bed has been a nightmare and welcome relief these past few nights. I’m able to hold her at night but not able to take her.
“I don’t know if you’re ready for what I want,” I admit.
“I’ve been giving you little hints. I thought maybe…” She shrugs.
“That I didn’t want you?” I yell because it’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.
Her innocent touches, the way she’d look up at me through her long eyelashes. Her lips always parted, begging for attention. “If I had seen a hint…”
I shake my head, not finishing my thought. She would have been flat on her back with a baby in her belly.
I turn around so I can try to calm myself once again. She looks so innocent on the bed I want to pounce on her.
A small gasp has me spinning around to look at her. She comes off the bed and flies at me, and I catch her in my arms. She wiggles all around, trying to break my hold. “Put me down! I want to see it!” I place her on her feet, unsure of what she’s talking about, but I’m never letting her go. I keep my tight hold on her.
“See what?” I ask.
“You! Turn around.” I freeze, realizing what she wants to see. I slowly let her go then turn, giving her my back. I feel her fingers trace along my tattoo of the two sparrows whose wings are connected by a heart. “It’s you.” I hear the awe in her voice before her lips touch my back.