Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Your last chance to leave.”
She answers immediately. “I’m not going anywhere. Not unless you make me.”
A groan rises up from my stomach, and I reach for the waistband of her pajamas, pulling them down over her hips. She lifts her butt off the bed, helping me tug them down to her ankles, then kicks them off. She’s wearing just a tiny little red thong–a lace thong that is nearly see-through. And even from here, I can see the line of her little virgin pussy. And I can see that she’s perfectly bare.
“You shaved,” I say.
Her voice quivers as she replies. “Isn’t that what men want?”
I smile, brushing her hair from her face. “Every man has different tastes, Cassandra.”
Her eyes search my face, as though trying to decipher what I just said. “I did it for…him. I thought he’d like it.” My body goes tense. Massive adrenaline dump. “I’ve been told it’s my job to please him, so…”
I nod, cutting her off. “Yeah, yeah. I understand. You want to please your husband. I get it.”
“He’s not my husband yet,” she replies, a coy little tone to her voice. My eyes meet hers, and I see something there–something teasing at me. Pulling at me. “But, Rhett…will you teach me?”
My heart is nearly pounding through my chest as the words fight to escape my mouth. “Teach you…how to…please him?”
Just the suggestion makes me want to tear the world apart, but the way she’s looking up at me, through those long lashes, her face so innocent and sweet, I know there’s no possible way I can resist.
“Yes,” I say. “Of course I will teach you.”
She almost smiles, but her lips do something different. They almost hide from me, like she’s embarrassed–or afraid. Which makes sense, considering her lack of experience. And as I run my hands across her body, my whole body goes on fire with the thought that no other man has ever touched her like this.
“First, you have to let him strip you down,” I tell her, taking the hem of her crop-top. “Let him feel like he’s in control as he undresses you. He’ll like that.”
He.
Me.
Her eyes twinkle, and she raises her arms above her head, helping me pull off her shirt. Her breasts rebound and sway with perfection, two hard pink nipples just begging for my lips. My cock throbs at the sight. She’s perfect. High and tight, perfectly plump tits, with an hourglass shape to die for.
I might actually die taking her.
“That’s the first rule of pleasing a man. Give him everything he wants.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“And this,” I tell her, hooking a thumb into the strap of her thong. She shifts her hips, letting me strip her bare. Her tiny little slit glistens with arousal. My heart is pounding with desire. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous in my life.
She shifts slightly, moving her thigh to cover herself, but I stop her. “No, angel. A man loves to look. Let him.”
Again, she nods, blushing like a ripe apple. Then she relaxes, putting her beauty on full display. I drag the back of my middle finger up her tummy, then take her by the wrists and sit her up in front of me.
“A man also likes it when you undress him,” I tell her. “Make him feel wanted too. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, taking my shirt by the hem and lifting. I’m a sweaty mess from the run and the heat of the day, so the fabric clings to my abs and shoulders, but she manages to get it off without too much trouble.
Her eyes move to the cuts in my muscles. She tries to hide it, but I see, and all it does is amp up my already desperate desire.
“And the pants,” I tell her, arching my hips forward. She looks up at me with slight hesitation but obeys, using her thin fingers to pop the buttons of my fly. My cock twitches as her fingers barely brush across it. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to hold out with any kind of actual contact.
She struggles trying to get them down over my hips–over my massive bulge–so I help her out, and when my briefs come down and my cock springs out like a spear, she can’t hide it. She gasps.
“Rhett…”
“That’s right, angel.” I smile, twisting out of my pants. I take her by the wrist and pull her arm down and compare–show her that my cock is the length of her entire forearm.
“You’re–”
“Enormous?” She nods. “I know, angel. I know. You like it, don’t you?”
“Y–yes,” she stammers, clearly speaking a truth. Not just telling me what I want to hear.
I take her gently by the throat and pull her close, letting my lips graze gently across hers. She goes for a kiss, but I deny her.
“You have no idea what else I have in store for you, beautiful.”