Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
6
GHOST
Fuck.
I was teasing. Thought she’d giggle, maybe roll her eyes, and take the chair opposite me with the intention of picking my brain about this whole situation. But if I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a thousand times.
Gemma’s too smart to ask questions she doesn’t want the answer to.
And now? She’s crawling onto my lap, eyes glued to mine.
“Is this okay?” she asks, and shimmying up my thigh, stopping dangerously close to my rock-hard cock. It shot to life the second I saw her in nothing but this skimpy little nightgown, and it’s not going to settle while she’s on top of me.
“Better. It’s perfect.” Calm. Cool. Collected. Stay in control.
Easier said than done when she’s on top of me. Every fiber of my being wants to escalate. Tear off that thin layer of material and expose her body beneath. Get my first glimpse of the perky tits brushing against my chest. Lose myself to the sight of her round ass while she waggles it in my face before I go in for a taste of her…
Don’t think about her pussy. You’re gonna do something regrettable.
My thoughts inspire my hands to move on their own accord. Starting on her hips, tucked in, and squeezing her curvaceous behind. She squirms and wriggles, giggling at this foreign touch, but doesn’t stop me.
“I shouldn’t touch you like this.” I bite back on the words, expecting her to agree. I want more than she’s willing to give, and it’s killing me.
“Why not?” Gemma asks breathlessly.
“Because you’re new to this.” She’s in the palm of my hand. All I need to do is snatch, and she’ll be mine forever.
But not like this. Not here. That doesn’t mean we can’t have fun in different ways.
“How can you tell?” Her button nose scrunches with her furrowing brow.
“You’re somehow stiff and shaking at the same time. Know what you want, but not how to take it,” I start, but can’t hide my growing grin as I try to make up reasons. “And because we shared your first kiss. Not many people jump straight to the fun bit without it.”
Even in the pale light from my monitors, I can see her cheeks shift to a deep red.
“Yes, well…” She buries her face in the crook of my neck before finishing, “You’ve got me on that one.”
“Look at me, Gemma.” It comes out sterner than intended. But why would I look at the side of her head when I could be staring into her eyes instead?
Her head snaps up, and our gazes meet, but it’s the way she nibbles on her lower lip that lights a fire in my belly. Anxious about what we’re doing. No doubt about her whole situation, too. Wondering if this is right or wrong, but not willing to let it stop.
“Yes, sir,” she says, teasing the word with bratty playfulness.
“Sir?” I repeat to play it on my ear. No, it won’t do. Too militant.
“Uh-huh.” She nods. “Felt right in the moment. I don’t know.”
My arms dip lower, and I grab two handfuls of her ass. Her eyes widen, and she jumps on my lap, brushing up against the monstrous erection she inspired. It’s a night of firsts. While I won’t let her have it, she might as well get used to feeling it before I bury it deep inside her virgin cunt.
“We’ll have to see about that one,” I say, chuckling.
I circle her thigh, touching every inch of her skin along the way. Silky smooth, practically twitching, the closer I get to my destination.
“What are you doing?” she asks, more inquisitive than worried about it.
“Touching what’s mine,” I say. But it’s easy to slip into the delusions that what I want is what she wants, too. I bring myself back just a little to give her all the power if she wants to take it. “If you want me to stop—”
“No, don’t.” Her eyes widen as if she can’t believe what she just said.
“Then, before we go on, I need you to understand something, little Gem.” There’s a severity in my tone that I hope conveys the seriousness of this conversation without sounding insane. “I don’t do anything half-hearted.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Barely coherent, a mumbling mess of heavy breathing and anticipation.
“If we take this step, I’m not sharing.” Blunt and to the point. It’s what kicked off our kiss. It’s what will send us to the next level of this depravity.
“These thighs.” I make a point of brushing harder with my fingertips before leaning in between her chest, so close my breath tickles her skin. “These tits.” I press my tongue against her nipple through the nightgown. A feverish howl tears from deep inside her core. “But most importantly…”
This one, I take my time with. Slowly guiding my hand between her legs. Brushing across what I can only assume is a manicured landing strip from the shape of her pubic hair. Funny for someone who’s never had a man to care about her appearance down there.