Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
His head snaps toward me and then he steps closer until our chests are touching. With the gentlest of touches, he swipes a rogue strand of hair out of my face. “I didn’t want to embarrass you again by saying something stupid.”
My bottom lip wobbles. That’s fair. “What did you want to say?”
He leans closer, resting his hands on the roof of the car behind me, nose brushing mine. “That you’re mine now. My girlfriend. Mine.”
A flash of heat singes my skin. “Oh.”
“Embarrassing, right?”
“Yes and no.”
“I can bite my tongue for you, Casey. I’m learning how to be the man you deserve. Not going to lie. Hard as fuck sometimes.”
I cup his cheek and stroke my thumb over his pouty bottom lip. “I’m proud of you. Me? Not so much.”
His lips find mine for a soft but claiming kiss. We’re both breathing hard by the end of it. “You’re still here with me. That’s all that matters.”
We fuse our mouths together again, the kiss growing with intensity. His hands move from the car to my ass, stroking me over my skirt, and lifting it some to squeeze my ass cheeks. Anyone walking by could see if they looked our way.
This gives me an idea.
I grab his wrist and lower it between my thighs. His kiss deepens as he wastes no time slipping his hand beneath the material. As soon as his fingers brush over my panties, I shudder with anticipation.
“Want me to finger you right here with people walking by?” he demands, voice raspy with need. “When I make you come, you have to be quiet, babe.”
“I’ll be quiet,” I lie.
He grins against my mouth and slides his hand into my panties. I groan, not quiet at all, as he teases my clit. “No one touches you like I do,” he hisses. “Right, beautiful?”
“Yesss.”
His touch makes me crazy with the need for more. All he does is send me spiraling with lust. It only takes a few minutes to have me shattering from his touch. And, like before, he pushes a finger into me, as if he enjoys the feeling of my contracting muscles. I bet he’ll really like it on his cock.
“Let’s go home, babe. I’m not done with you yet.”
He eases his finger out of me, rights my panties, and makes sure my skirt is in place. Then, he stares at me with hooded eyes as he crudely licks the juices off his fingers.
“Home. Now,” I agree, body still trembling.
“Next time I get you off,” he rumbles, “it’ll be my tongue inside you.”
The neighbor’s son is killing me.
I’m loving every second of it.
Brayden
Her taste is decadent, far better than the overpriced desserts we indulged in. I’m aching to lick her arousal, familiarizing myself with every crease and fold that hides her sensitive clit. I want my tongue deep inside her so I can feel the second she loses control.
I’m so twisted up over this woman, I can barely think straight, much less drive within my lane.
“You’re being quiet again.” This time, there’s amusement in her voice. “Why’s that?”
I shoot her a brief, ravenous look before turning my attention back on the road. She laughs at my reaction. It’s pretty evident in how my cock strains in my pants how much I want her.
Are we really finally going to have sex?
I’m dying to be completely intimate with her.
As we navigate the streets, I can’t help but think of her other lovers, mainly Derek. She never speaks badly of him, but I don’t think he satisfied her like she truly needed. Could I be better at this than him or others in her past?
I want to be.
I’ll die trying.
Mostly, I’m worried about nutting twelve seconds in. At night, I take my dick in my hand as I think about having sex with her, doing my best to draw out my climax so I don’t end up a two-pump chump.
When we reach the parking spot in front of her unit, I have to force myself to breathe in and out slowly.
This is happening.
Finally.
I hop out and run to her side, pleased she’s learning already and waits for me to open the door for her. She takes my offered hand and climbs out. Once the door is closed, I hang an arm across her shoulders, loving how possessive and right this move feels. She leans into my side. I’m pretty sure she inhales me too.
That gives my confidence a much-needed boost to know I’m not alone in this wicked obsession.
We’re pretty well behaved until we get inside, barely making the time to close the door behind us. Her purse and my keys get tossed away simultaneously. Then it’s tongue on tongue and hands roaming everywhere.
“I’ve been dying to take this off of you all night,” I growl as I shove her sweater down her shoulders, revealing naked skin. “I like seeing these soft, pretty parts of you, babe.”