Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“And she shouldn’t have had to do that. No kid should,” he elaborated. “Even Scottie, who was a farm kid, didn’t have to do that. She got to go to school. If she wanted a day off, she took it, and Dad didn’t give her any flack. Because children shouldn’t be forced to work to keep things running.”
I pressed my face into his chest.
“Sometimes I hate my mom,” I blurted. “Like, not just hate. Loathe. I resent her for taking my childhood away. I resent her for keeping me here when I should’ve been able to fly free. But…I love my siblings. I don’t resent them. I love them. Even Calliope, in all her teenage angst glory.”
“Calliope would probably like y’all more if y’all didn’t represent everything that she hated,” he observed.
“You’re probably right.” I laughed as I crawled up the length of his body, hovering over him in a way that my hair curtained his face.
“You know what else I’m right about?” he asked as his hands went to my hips.
“What’s that?” I teased, my bare breasts teasing his chest.
His dog tags glinted in the moonlight that was pouring in through his open curtains, catching my attention.
I picked them up and closed my hand over them as he replied with, “I’m also right about how you’d sleep way better if you ended the night with a couple of orgasms.”
I laughed as he reversed our positions, pushing his thighs between my own and spreading me wide.
So wide, in fact, that my hips started to protest.
Just when I was about to say something, he slowly crawled down the length of my body, his mouth drawing a path from my mouth all the way down to my clit.
“Oh,” I breathed as my hands dug into his hair. “I think I might agree with you on that one.”
I loved his mouth on me.
He knew exactly what to do with that tongue, whether it was forming words or circling my clit.
Gently pushing my hips out and open, he curled one arm around my thigh and spread my pussy lips open for his tongue to explore.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Posy.”
“Two best words on this planet,” he drawled as he went to work.
His tongue drew small, ever tightening circles around my clit. Meanwhile, his fingers that were spreading me wide were now circling my entrance.
“Oh,” I breathed.
His free hand came up, and before I could brace myself, he was sinking a finger deep inside me, his knuckles pressing against my back entrance.
I groaned at the taboo feeling of having his hand so close to something that had always been an exit only.
His finger twisted, and those knuckles dragged deliciously against those barely touched nerves, making me groan.
His mouth kept going at my clit, and before I could blink, he had me teetering over the edge into sweet oblivion.
He must’ve been in a hurry, because before I’d even gotten all the way down from my high, he was sinking into my wet pussy. His mouth came down on mine, and I tasted myself on his tongue.
“You’re so sweet,” he whispered against my lips as he slowly rocked inside of me. “Tight and hot. You feel like mine.”
“I am,” I exhaled, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. “I’m yours as long as you want me.”
He pulled back just enough that he could see into my eyes. What he saw must’ve been something he liked because he grabbed my face with one large hand and slammed his mouth down onto my own.
The nice, easy, sweet pace we’d been keeping was out the window, and like always, it turned electric.
It was as if he could never get enough.
Unable to stop it, we went at each other like maniacs that couldn’t get enough.
He pounded inside of me.
I bit his lip.
He squeezed me so tight I couldn’t breathe.
I pulled his hair.
And he planted himself deep enough that the orgasm that was inevitable shattered me.
His groan followed my own and his entire body weight landed on top of me.
My breathing went even shallower to accommodate his weight, and eventually I had to tap his side and say, “I can’t breathe.”
He chuckled and turned us, moving me until I was standing beside the bed.
I headed to the bathroom to get cleaned up and came back moments later wearing his shirt from the day before.
Crawling back into bed, I once again went to his side and laid my head on his chest.
He sifted one hand through my hair, and I was lost to sleep in moments.
Twenty-One
My toxic trait is once the sun stops shining, I want to quit my job.
—Posy’s secret thoughts
POSY
I fucking hated suits.
Even more, I hated wearing suits to stuffy functions where everyone wanted to one-up the other with their money and their prestige.
But, like I had to keep reminding myself, this stupid ball was for a good cause.