Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
People assume because I'm a guy that not sleeping around is hard. That's insulting. We're not ruled by our cocks, and abstinence isn't much of a hardship when it's all you've ever known. No one has ever tempted me to change that. Until now. Until the little sparrow fluttering in my hands.
I want the white picket fence. I want my ring on her finger. I'm willing to play the long game if that's what it takes to get her on the same page.
"I never have either," she whispers, squeezing me through my pants.
I groan, pressing my lips to hers again. "You keep that up, you might not be much longer," I warn her. "Your hand feels a helluva lot better than mine."
"Yeah?" Her lips curve into a satisfied, womanly smirk. "I bet it'd feel even better if your pants weren't in the way."
"Jesus Christ," I growl.
"Well, I was aiming for something a little less holy and a lot more wicked," she teases, squeezing me again. "But we can call it heavenly if you want."
I grab her around the waist, swinging her up into my arms. She squeals, locking her legs around my waist. My hand comes down on her ass in a sharp smack before I steal her seat, sitting with her straddling my lap.
"I came last night, Sparrow. It's your turn."
Her eyes darken, her cheeks turning pink.
"You can stop me."
"Don't," she whispers, barely able to force the sound out.
I nuzzle my face into her throat, nipping at her soft skin. She smells incredible, like berries and sunshine. My hands rake up her side, drawing her simple t-shirt up her body. She shivers but doesn't stop me.
I pull it off, tossing it over the back of the couch. Her violet bra is simple but gorgeous against her golden skin. There's something so artless about her. She doesn't try too hard or put on airs. She's a country girl, simple and effortlessly beautiful.
I bury my face in her cleavage, growling. Her tits are incredible. I'm going to spend hours worshipping them. I already fucking know it. I press kisses all over the swells of them, biting gently as she moans, clutching me to her.
"Gideon," she sighs, rocking her hips against me, seeking friction.
I slide my hand down the soft swell of her belly, willing to give her whatever she wants. I dip below the waistband of her pants, making her shiver again. I haven't even seen her panties, but I know they match her bra. Practical, yet beautiful. Just like the woman in my arms.
They're also soaked with her juices.
"Fucking hell." I lift my gaze to hers. "You're bare and you're drenched, Sparrow." Both are suddenly my favorite things.
"I know!" she cries, writhing against my fingers.
"Is this all for me?"
"Y-yes."
My eyes light up. Fuck, yeah, it's all for me. I part her slit with my thumb, running it up to her clit. She cries out, her head falling back, exposing the soft, graceful arch of her throat.
I set my lips against it. Drag my teeth down it. My thumb runs in circles around her clit. I'm not sure if I'm teasing her or torturing myself. I want to flip her over, yank her pants down, and eat her until she's screaming for mercy. Maybe then I'll be able to breathe past the lump in my throat. Maybe then I'll be able to think straight.
Right now, I can't do either. I'm just a ball of warring desire. Take, claim, want, and need. I thrust my other hand into her pants, tearing her panties to make room. My fingers circle her tight little hole, eager to get any part of myself inside her.
"Gideon!"
"This is mine, Sparrow." I push inside her, claiming it. Claiming her. "Only mine."
"Yes. Yes. Yours." She rocks against my hand, babbling her agreement.
I add a second finger, fucking her with both. She sobs, her cries of pleasure growing louder. I watch her face, fascinated at how she gives herself over to it. She doesn't fight it. She falls into it, reveling in every touch, in every tremor.
I grind my thumb against her clit, curling my fingers up to stroke her G-spot at the same time. She claws my shoulders, her eyes rolling back in her head. My cock is so hard it hurts. And still, she writhes on it, grinding against my lap as she rocks against my hand.
"Give it to me, Sparrow. I know you want to give it to me."
"Gideon. Gideon. I…I…"
"Give it to me," I growl, leaning forward to nip her throat. "Now, Sparrow."
A keening cry escapes her lips as she falls forward in my arms, landing against my chest. She shakes and trembles, her pussy clenching around my fingers as she grows wetter.
Feeling her wriggling all over my lap and cock is enough to send me hurtling over the edge with her. Cum spills into my boxers in spurts. I groan, burying my face in her hair as we ride it out together, tangled up together on the couch.