Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Did you like Daddy licking your tight blonde pussy, baby?” I reach down and stroke that little bead of flesh, finding it swollen from being sawed on by my wet cock. When I start to jiggle it, exploiting her sensitivity with the pad of my thumb, her mouth forms an O, her cunt quickening up around me, getting ready for another climax. “I’ll eat it day and night, just take my cock like a good girl afterwards.”
“You’re…” Her fingernails sink into my shoulders, sending a pleasurable sting straight to my balls. “You’re so big inside me. So hard.”
“Only for you, little girl. You made it like this,” I grit out, the lowest part of my back rippling ominously, my balls drawing up, up…and then… “Fuuuuck.” I throw her legs up over my shoulders and bear down, driving into her without mercy, grinding into her tight, clenching hole, letting her innocent muscles work the come out of me, drawing it into her own body where it belongs. “Take it deep, baby. Baby, please. So fucking tight. Jesus Christ.”
I hear Shelby scream, feel the flood of moisture around my pumping dick, and I know she’s having another orgasm. That knowledge heightens my own enjoyment, makes my hips jerk and spasm, my teeth gritted to deal with the pleasure/pain. On some level, I know I’m being too rough with her fragile body, but I can’t stop. Can’t stop until every single drop is inside of her, some of it escaping to roll down her thighs and mine. Until I finally drop down on top of her, letting her legs fall to my sides, vacant of tension for the first time in so long, I’m staggered by the change.
It’s not just my body that enters this state of total oblivion, but my heart.
And in that moment, I know I’ll never, ever let her go.
Chapter 7
Shelby
I wake with a start in an unfamiliar place.
The last thing I remember last night is losing consciousness on the couch in Alistair’s library. There’s a vague memory of being carried up a staircase, but that’s where my recollection ends. Slowly, I peek an eye open and look around, my eyes bugging out at the sight that greets me.
First of all, I’m in a man’s room. There’s no doubt about that.
Everything is decorated in deep, chocolate leather and hunter green hues. I’m in the center of a gigantic bed complete with the softest sheets I’ve ever felt on my skin—a far cry from the scratchy ones I’m used to. Light peeks in from around heavy curtains, an antique fan turns lazily on the ceiling. This is luxury.
I also suspect this is Alistair’s room. Does that mean…he slept beside me?
My skin flushes at the possibility. Not to mention when I think of what happened last night. I’m not a virgin anymore. Far from it. I’m not sure it’s possible for a woman to have one’s virginity taken so…thoroughly.
With a blooming smile, I roll over onto my stomach, bury my face in the pillow and let the images play out. Alistair’s neck cords straining above me, his hips bucking, the burn of possessiveness in his eyes, directed squarely at me. As if the soreness between my thighs isn’t more than enough to know who I belonged to in that library last night.
I would give anything to simply bask in the afterglow of being intimate with Alistair, but unfortunately I now have a fresh worry to deal with. I got so lost in the man himself, what he makes me feel, that I forgot to barter with him for my virginity—and obviously it is too late now. I can’t undo what happened…
Nor do I want to.
Alistair is so much more than the devilish landlord my family believes him to be. He’s a man with scars that haven’t healed. He’s locked inside the walls he’s built, but he’s capable of letting them down. To me. Unbelievably, to me. And I think he’ll do the right thing. Without me telling him it’s my family he’s supposed to evict. Last night, I could feel the change of heart happening inside of him and I have to trust my instincts. He won’t need to be coerced or convinced to cancel the eviction.
He just needs time.
With me?
I was already halfway in love with Alistair from a distance, but now…now that his pain has been presented to me so honestly, now that we’ve shared such moving passion, I can already feel my heart slipping deeper. What if he only wanted one night? Or worse, what if he finds out we met under false pretenses and I intended to seduce him for my family’s gain? Will he hate me?
With a gnawing in my stomach, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand. There is only one way to make this right—and it’s to tell my family the plan is off. At least that way, if Alistair wants more time with me, I can be with him guilt free, knowing I never put the plan in motion.