Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Ryder…”
“You need to eat, Tillie.”
I inhale feeling like I’m on the edge of a cliff. I moisten my lips as I build up my courage. “It’s not food I’m hungry for…”
I wait, afraid to breathe. I wait for him to turn me down again.
His eyes close and when he opens them, I swear to God it looks like they are glowing with energy—with need—for me.
“Fuck, Buttons, you’ve sealed your own fate,” he half growls. Tingles of awareness move over me and as Ryder stands, panic begins to fester inside of me. He leans down, picking me up and I have to remember to breathe.
“Ryder…”
“I’m not letting you go, Tillie. You’re mine now. I’m keeping you.”
His words sound like a vow and as he carries me into the bedroom, I find myself praying he never lets me go.
Ryder
I carry Tillie into her room, nudging the door open with my shoulder as I walk over to the bed. I have yet to tell her, but I like that her room matches my truck. I’d like to think that we’re in tune with one another. I like that we both like the same colors. I think the two of us are perfectly matched. I’d tell her that, but I doubt she’d want to hear that right now. I kick off my shoes before I set her on the bed. Her beautiful brown eyes stare up at me. They’re full of hunger, confusion and maybe a touch of disbelief.
Hell, I can understand every last damn bit of those emotions myself. I didn’t expect any of this. So, a part of me can’t believe my feelings for her are this intense, this fast. I need Tillie. She’s become the first thing I think of when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think of when I go to bed. More times than naught, I think of her while my hand is wrapped around my cock, choking it tight and imagining it was Tillie’s pussy. I came all over my hand. The mess was so bad, I ended up washing my damn sheets at two in the morning while everyone else was asleep. The last thing I wanted was for my mother to discover her now grown son is still acting like a horny teen who hasn’t had a woman.
I’d prefer she doesn’t know shit about my sex life in general.
“Are you with me, Tillie?”
“I’m trying,” she breathes.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of her shirt. I look into her eyes, and Tillie easily reads what I want. She lifts her arms and I pull her shirt off. Sadly, I have no plans on doing anything but showing her that I want her. I don’t want to give her my cock until she gives me her trust. Still, tonight, I want to see her gorgeous, full figure on display as I do.
It takes all my restraint to leave her bra on. She’s skittish as a newborn foal. I don’t want to rush her. Besides, if I strip her completely right now, I’ll lose control. I need her that much. I don't want tonight to go down like that. I need her to see that I’m here for her pleasure—not just what she can give me.
Leaning forward and grabbing her chin, I lift her soft lips to mine, aching to deepen the kiss but staying on task. I pull away as I lay her back, kissing her lips, her cheek, her neck and down along her shoulders. The taste of her skin is like a drug and fuck, if I’m not an instant addict.
I continue to move my lips over her body, now paying attention to the tempting valley between her breasts. She could easily overfill my hands with those soft globes, and I love it. I slow long enough to tease them through the fabric of her bra, making her nipples harden into delicious, little peaks. Tillie makes soft gasping noises, squirming against the bed, already hungry for more. I love how responsive she is to my touch and my mouth on her skin.
I tease her warm, tender flesh with the tip of my tongue, licking her belly button, while working to undo her pants. I slowly strip those and her panties down her legs. I inhale the scent of her inside of me and groan with the pleasure of having her in my lungs. I let my fingers skim over her legs, pulling goosebumps to the surface. I can feel her eyes on me. Tillie's watching, anticipating my next move.
The need to taste her drives me forward as I part her legs, staring at her gorgeous cunt for a moment.
“W-What?” she asks, her brow wrinkling with confusion.
“Nothing, sweetheart. Just trying to savor the moment,” I admit, unable to drag my eyes away from the drenched, glistening lips of her pussy. She’s more than ready for me and my cock strains in my pants. I’m painfully hard, and I haven't even really touched Tillie yet.