Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Tabitha…
Her lush body, her sweet full lips, her beautiful tits that are pressing against my chest.
I’m hard as a fucking rock, and I grind into her as we kiss, kiss, kiss…
Until she breaks the kiss, pushing me away. She wipes her mouth.
“Tabitha…”
“We can’t…” she says.
“Oh, we can.” I bore my gaze into her. “You’re all I think about. I’ve seen those gorgeous breasts of yours, tasted that sweet pussy and fucked it. But I long to run my lips over every part of you, slide my tongue into your pussy again, make you come until you’re grabbing at my hair and begging for more.”
My words hang heavy in the air between us, my chest heaving with the effort it took to admit it all. I watch her eyes, her beautiful brown eyes that are wide with surprise, and then they soften. A blush creeps onto her cheeks, and she ducks her head down.
“Is that what you think about?” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.
I tuck a stray curl behind her ear, my touch gentle this time. “Every damned minute,” I admit, my voice gruff with need.
It’s not a lie. Even when I’m ruminating over taking Ralph’s life. Even when I’m contemplating my birth mother. Even when I’m at work, on a call, in a conference…
Tabitha is there. In the back of my mind and clawing her way to the front.
She looks back up at me then, her eyes meeting mine. “I… I think about you too.” She traces the buttons on my shirt before she wraps her arms around herself as if suddenly shy.
A moment of silence passes before I pull her into my arms again.
“I want you, Tabitha,” I say softly, my voice just above a whisper.
“But what about—”
I quiet her with my fingers to her lips. “I know it’s Angie and Jason’s day. And we’ll be there. We’ll celebrate with them later. But right now, I want you. I need you. God, I fucking need you.”
I kiss her again, trying for gentle this time, but it evolves into another feral embrace.
She pulls away again, panting.
“Henry. You say you want to kiss me all over. There isn’t time for any of that now. We’ll be missed.”
“There’s time for what I crave,” I say.
She shakes her head. “No. Absolutely not.”
I slide my hand under her dress, gravitate toward her panties. “I bet you’re wet for me right now. Want me to prove it?”
“No,” she says, her blush deepening, but she’s not pushing my hand away. In truth, her body is leaning into my touch, her breath hitching as I trace the edge of her underwear.
“Let me make you feel good,” I whisper against her ear, my voice low and husky. “Let me taste you…”
She hesitates for a split second before nodding, biting down on her lower lip. Her eyes are filled with anticipation and a hint of apprehension, making my heart race.
I drop to my knees in front of her, pulling up the hem of her dress and revealing the lacy underwear beneath. She gasps as I trail my fingers along her thighs, inching closer to where she’s already wet for me.
My hands tremble slightly as I draw her panties down to her ankles, revealing the most intimate part of her. She’s gorgeous and perfectly shaved. I’m wrecked at the sight before me.
As I lean in, her arousal wafts toward me. I trace her delicate folds. She lets out a soft moan that sends a jolt of desire through me.
I glance up at her, our gazes locking before I duck my head and slide my lips over her sweetness. She gasps and threads her fingers through my hair as a shudder courses through her body.
I tease and taste, savoring every reaction she gives me. Her hips buck against my face, and I hold her steady, gripping her thighs as I delve deeper. Her breath hitches, growing ragged as I feel her body tense. She’s close.
I press my tongue against her clit, flick it back and forth in a rhythm that has her gasping.
“Henry,” she chokes out just as she reaches the edge.
Her body convulses as she comes undone under my touch. Her cries of pleasure echo in the otherwise silent room. I continue to lap at her until her tremors subside, savoring the taste of her climax.
And I’m ready.
Ready to shove my hard cock into that tight cunt and take what I need.
I turn her around, lay her across the bed, her skirt still at her waist.
I undo my fly and shove into her.
“Ah, God…” I grit out.
She feels so good, like heaven enveloping me in its warm embrace. I close my eyes, catching my breath as I adjust to the feel of her. She’s tight, so damned tight and wet and perfect.
She claws at the linens beneath her as I begin to move, each stroke slow and measured. I need to make this good for her. I need to show her that she means more than just a quick fuck to me.