Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Dad-dy,” she corrects herself and wrecks me entirely with two syllables. “I need to tell you something.”
She looks down at me between her breasts, with wide eyes and trembling lips. Her cheeks are several shades darker, half from being flushed, the rest because of whatever she’s about to say.
“What is it, Kitten?” I kiss her inner thigh, partly because I can’t stop myself, mostly because it acts as a way to gauge if I’ve somehow fucked this up.
She doesn’t stop me. A good sign, I think to myself.
“I’m … ” She pauses, too nervous to speak the words.
But it would take a real fool not to realize what her announcement is. All the signs were there from the start.
Her nervousness around being on display in lingerie. Her thighs clenching around my palm, not to stop it, but because of a foreign, unknown touch. How she lit up like a Christmas tree when I got my first look at her naked body … all subtle hints at the news about to cross her lips.
“ … You’re a virgin.” I finish the sentence for her.
She gulps. Nods. Turns away as if it’s a mark of shame.
I snap a hand upward and grab her jaw lightly, using it to guide her face back to mine. I let go of my belt and stand upright, giving her a deeply satisfying kiss. Hoping it does something to settle her nerves.
“You’re not angry at me, are you?” It shatters my heart to hear her sound this uncertain about something I see as a gift from the fucking Gods.
My chest swells from my savage breathing. Husky, intense, almost like I’m out of breath after a long workout. She can’t make eye contact at first. Gulping down hard swallows as if I’m about to scold her.
“Why would I be angry at you?” I ask, forcing her eyes to meet mine. She has to see the truth burning inside them with what I’m about to say. She has to understand.
“Because … I don’t know. Everyone reacts differently, and I don’t want to screw this up,” she let’s out a long, drawn-out sigh at the end. “You’re already acting differently since you know. Stopped what you were doing. Tightened your belt … I don’t want this to scare you away.”
“You’re not going to scare me away that easily, Kitten,” I set her mind at ease. “I stopped because I’m not going to let your first time be in a glorified shoe box. In public, in the middle of a fucking mall”
Her eyes soften but when she realizes the implications of the sentence, her teeth sink into her lower lip.
“You mean—” She leans closer, pulling me into a hug.
“Yes,” I answer, not needing to hear the rest of her question. “I’m still going to take your virginity and make you mine.”
I wrap my arms around her, muscles aching and body screaming to finish what we started. I kiss her fast and hard, before pulling away completely. I’m too close to the edge, and lingering anywhere near Hailey might cause me to make terrible decisions.
But as I collect the clothes we discarded off the floor, and Hailey changes back into the clothes she wore, I know one thing’s for certain.
Next time, there will be no stopping.
I’ll leave my mark on her, claim her.
Take her as mine.
Forever.
6
HAILEY
Iknew it was going to work, but I couldn’t have predicted it would be so damn amazing. Everything from the way he looked at me, to the feeling of him touching my body in places that have never been explored before, was amazing. Phenomenal. Perfect.
Just like Rex.
But if that was only the beginning, the foreplay, I can’t imagine what the actual thing is going to be like. And where I can understand his want to stop things in that changing room, the anticipation is already eating away at me.
And I can tell I’m not the only one, with the throbbing bulge in Rex’s pants. Heck, the only regret I’ve got about what happened today, is that I didn’t get more intimate with it. A light touch here and there is one thing, but before my announcement Rex would’ve let me do anything I wanted to him. Touch it, stroke it … maybe even, taste it.
“Did you have fun, Daddy?” I ask, when we get back to my place.
Rex is behind the car collecting my bags from the trunk, while I’m floating on a cloud toward the front door.
“The most fun I’ve had in a damn long time, Kitten,” he peeks his head around the car to show me he’s smirking. “Made better every time I lick my lips and get another taste of you.”
He winks with the last part before getting back to his task.
Red-faced and breathless, I struggle to answer him, and instead focus on getting inside. Rex heads through the door and makes his way straight to the kitchen to drop all my things off. I flick on the TV and follow from the other side of the wall. I stop at the counter separating the kitchen from the living room and rest on my shoulders.