Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
"What were you thinking about?" I have a pretty good idea, but I want her to admit she touched herself to thoughts of me.
"You know what? I was thinking about you, and I have to tell you it was very anticlimactic." Does she think that's a jab at me? The smugness in her tone and on her beautiful face says it does.
"I'm sorry you were left disappointed." My own way of poking back at her is being agreeable. She wants a fight, but I can't say I don't enjoy that and most certainly love my front-row seat to those too. "Now that we're married, you come to me and I'll take care of it for you."
"You're rather cocky. How do I know you’ll be able to get the job done correctly?”
"I wouldn't say I'm cocky; I'm only confident that I will make you come for me, and hey, if you say I fucking suck, I'll keep on training until I get it right."
"Really?" Her nose scrunches.
"Are you serious right now?"
"I don't know. A lot of men aren't that way."
"You need to give up the side business you got going on on social media. It's got your bar for men on the fucking ground." She softens a fraction under me.
"Yeah, it has jaded me a little."
"Allow me the pleasure of trying to raise it for you." I put the try in there with purpose. It should never be a task that is complete. Every day you keep it up.
“Okay.” It comes out sultry, her breathing already picking up. “We have to be quick.”
“And quiet,” I whisper next to her ear, and she gives a slight nod.
The feel of her small, soft body under mine has possessive thoughts flooding me. That Tinsley is not only mine to protect and care for, but she's also mine to play with. To do all the dirty things that have been flooding my mind for days. I need to remind myself that I need to take it slow. But I can have a little taste.
I slightly rock my hips, rutting my dick against her pussy as I keep kissing along her neck and jaw, getting off on the small hitches of her breathing. It feels perverse doing this here, but I’m not stopping. The way she’s reacting to me tells me she doesn’t want me to either. She likes the thrill of what we’re doing in her childhood bedroom.
When I rock my hips harder and a louder moan comes from her, I lift my head to claim her mouth. I grip her chin in a firm hold as I deepen the kiss and keep rutting on top of her, the need to consume her crawling inside of me desperately trying to get out.
I let her chin go but not her wrists. I keep them locked above her head as my other hand roams her body, under her sweater. I shouldn’t push it up, but fuck it. This morning she taunted me with those tiny puckered nipples, and I need my mouth on them.
I shove her shirt up, revealing her spectacular tits to me.
"Pierce—" She squirms, not sure what she fully needs.
"Be still for me, baby; I need to see you." I have no clue what I’m doing, but I’m a quick study. Her body will tell me everything I need to know. I cup one of her tits in my hands, feeling it out and memorizing every detail. It's a perfect handful for me, her small pink tips begging for my attention.
I wrap my mouth around one and suck greedily. I squeeze her other tit in my hand, my cock pulsing with every suck of her pert nipple. I release it when a louder moan leaves her.
"I need you to stay quiet, or I will stop," I warn, keeping my voice firm. Her eyes widen a fraction, and she shakes her head adamantly, not wanting me to stop, pressing her lips into a hard line. "Good girl," I tell her as I shift partly off but keep part of my weight on her.
I trail my hand down lower, cupping her pussy outside of her leggings. I stroke her, and she shuts her eyes tightly, trying to keep quiet. Then I slip my hand down her pants, my fingers skimming the lips of her sex.
I can't stop my own small groan when I find her soaked for me. I thrust one finger through, finding her tiny, needy clit. Tinsley's body bucks, and then a shiver goes through her.
"You're being so good for me, nice and quiet," I praise.
I latch on to her nipple again as I stroke her plump clit in firm circles. I can feel the tension in her body, and I keep sucking on her flesh, eagerly toying with her nipple, pretending it's her clit, and I have my mouth between her thighs.