Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 65643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 263(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
Destiny cocked an eyebrow, all sex and beauty and power. She wasn’t fooled by my tone of voice. The evidence that I wanted her was clearly visible, straining against the front of my pants. She reached down and ran her hands over it.
Though my cock was separated from her fingers by two layers of fabric, it felt like electricity shot through it. I hissed in my breath and reached for her again, an animalistic part of my brain taking over.
“Stop playing the good guy, Garrett,” Destiny murmured, wrapping her hand around the bulge. “And stop pretending I’m still the kid you met twelve years ago. I’ve grown up.” She slid down to her knees, looking up at me with a face that belonged on every beauty magazine that had ever been printed. She was still murmuring something, but I couldn’t make out the words anymore. My whole body was a live nerve ending, electricity jumping through my skin as she undid the buckle of my belt and unzipped my pants.
And then a quiet roaring filled my ears as she lowered her mouth to the head of my cock.
I grabbed the back of the chair to keep from grabbing the back of her head and holding it still while I shoved my way in deeper. It took every bit of willpower I had.
She’s a virgin, a far-off voice in my head frantically reminded me.
Destiny looked up at me as she took my cock deeper in her mouth. Her hands curled around the backs of my thighs as she bobbed up and down. I risked letting go of the chair and reached down, overwhelmed by the need to touch her. I shoved the flimsy straps of her top down over her shoulders and grabbed the pale, full globe of her breast. She moaned around my cock as I squeezed her nipple, pinching and rolling it between my fingers. She went down as far as she could, until I felt the head of my cock against the back of her throat, then slid her lips back down the shaft. She did that over and over again until I felt my thoughts lose coherence and cohesion. I was all instinct and emotion now. I didn’t care about all the reasons we couldn’t do this anymore. I barely remembered who Noemi and Andrew Quinn even were. The whole world had boiled down to just two people–and one of them was deepthroating my cock.
After another minute of torturous ecstasy, I had to stop her. If she kept this up, I’d come in her mouth and I didn’t want it to be over yet. Not like that.
“What’s wrong?” she whispered, still on her knees even though I’d taken a step back. Her hair was tumbling over her bare breasts, her eyes were glowing up at me. She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and she could be mine. But she couldn’t be. Not unless I was willing to be the biggest asshole in the world.
I shook my head, unable to explain the torment of my thoughts. I reached out a hand and pulled her roughly to her feet. “I can’t,” I said thickly.
“You can. I want you to.”
She stepped closer, and I couldn’t bring myself to step away again. I kissed her greedily, stroking the silky soft skin of her bare back. Destiny moaned when I moved my mouth to her ear and dipped my tongue into the delicate shell.
“That feels so good,” she whispered, faint surprise coming through.
I was getting the sense that she was a virgin in more ways than I realized. I moved from her ear to her throat. Her hands came up to my shoulders, fingers tightening as her breath came faster. “Has anyone ever made you come?” I asked, my lips moving against the soft skin below her ear.
Destiny shook her head, a minute movement. “No. I’ve never let anyone close enough.”
But she was letting me, and I couldn’t figure it out. But I wasn’t going to waste it. I couldn’t do all the things I wanted to do to her, but I could do something.
I straightened and pulled her over to the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
Destiny hesitated for a millisecond, but it was all the proof I needed. I couldn’t sink into her the way I wanted and take my pleasure, too, but I could give her an orgasm.
She shed her clothing and sank back onto the bed, leaning back on her hands, her breasts bare. I nudged apart her knees and pulled down the scrap of black lace I was glad I hadn’t known she was wearing underneath. Then she was completely exposed to me, more vulnerable than she’d ever been to a man.
I swore I was going to make her glad.
I knelt down before her and licked her sweet softness, tasting her.