Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
He said it so quietly, I wondered if I’d imagined it. Had he somehow spoken only inside my head? “Open your legs for me.”
I didn’t know how I did it. Everything in me was anxious and excited, and my body was no longer communicating with my brain, but my knees parted. My legs slid open wide enough that my thighs were touching the insides of his, and my skirt rode up even farther.
When a hint of my panties was exposed, that seemed to be the signal Preston needed. His right hand abandoned my skirt and went to my center to cup me, letting the heat of his palm soak through the whisper-thin fabric covering my most intimate part.
My underwear was pale pink satin, and when he stroked his fingertips over it, the pleasure was so acute, I tried to pinch my knees together. He wasn’t deterred, though. He did it again, and again, and I bucked in response, my legs jerking erratically back open,
“Oh,” I groaned, “fuck.”
I wasn’t in control of my body, but I didn’t care. His mouth was at the pulse point in my neck, and I tightened my grip on the hair at the back of his head. I was powerless in my enjoyment as his touch stroked up over the front of my panties and when his fingers inched beneath the waist, breath hung in my lungs.
Finally.
His skilled fingertips found my clit and strummed it, moving beneath the pink satin, and satisfaction bolted through my center. I clenched my free hand on his knee, enduring the stroke of his fingers that was so pleasurable, I wondered if I’d turn into liquid.
“You know what I’d do if Mommy and Daddy weren’t downstairs right now?” His voice was hypnotic as it invaded my mind. “I’d untie the knots holding up your dress and peel it down. I’d get you fucking naked so fast.”
His fingers rubbed faster, drawing a moan from me, and I saw the visual of it so perfectly, it felt like I was experiencing it. In my head, I felt the knots at my shoulder tug free and the fabric glide down to expose my breasts to him.
“And then,” he murmured against the shell of my ear, “I’d put my tongue inside you and make you come on my face.”
He slid a finger deep inside me, causing my lips to round into a silent ‘oh.’ I arched at the intrusion, enjoying the sensation. I felt possessed. Claimed by him in a way I’d wanted for so long. My breathing was ragged and my head foggy with lust, so all I could do was stare at the erotic scene playing out before us in the mirror.
He affected a disappointed tone. “But I can’t do any of that. Just imagine what would happen if your parents walked in right now and caught me with my head between their little girl’s legs, my lips buried in her virgin pussy.”
“Oh, my god,” I moaned, and I wasn’t quiet either.
It was all too wrong, and too fucking sexy for me not to think about.
I pictured him on his knees at the side of the bed, my thighs perched on his shoulders as his tongue lashed at me. And I heard my parents’ voices over my shoulder yelling how dare you do this in my house.
They shouted what a bad girl I’d become.
“Shh,” Preston teased, although maybe he was halfway serious. I’d been kind of loud.
A cocky smile glanced across his lips, hinting at his thoughts, and then his hand that had been resting on my thigh moved. It rose and landed on my collarbone before sliding down inside the top of my dress. As he palmed my breasts, his other hand worked below my waist.
Shit, his fingers. They alternated between rubbing my clit and plunging inside me, and my overwhelmed mind had no idea which sensation I liked more. They were both so good.
Without thought, I turned my head toward him. Looking at him in the mirror was nice, but seeing him up close and without the glass between us? That was even better, and the urge to kiss him was so crushing, I had no choice but to surrender to it.
My eyes fluttered close as his mouth captured mine, and he seemed happy to drink up my little whimpers of pleasure. My chest heaved and my heart pounded in my ears, and need built inside my center like the temperature rising in a pressure cooker.
His greedy hands seemed to be everywhere, touching me in ways and places no one had done before. I was so lost in him and his kiss, I hadn’t realized how loud my moans had become until it was too late.
He drew back and scrutinized me with narrow eyes. “Are you going to be good and stay quiet for me?” He didn’t pause long enough for me to answer. “Here. I’ll help you.”