Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“Can you forget I said that? I think it’s because of Noa’s book I was reading today,” she continued on, unaware I was battling down rage. “It was very explicit, and I was surprised by all I didn’t know. And here I am, almost done with college.”
I reached over and took her whiskey glass, then tossed back the rest of it before putting it aside.
“Okay,” she said, but stopped when I moved over closer to her.
“No more drinking,” I told her.
She gulped, then nodded.
“Like I said, tipsy is fine, but I want you fully aware,” I said, tugging her hands from around her legs and then pushing them down before laying her back on the blanket.
“What are you—”
“Touching you,” I cut her off as I shoved a hand beneath my hoodie she was wearing. Then I found the buttons on her blouse and started to undo them.
Her silver pools stared up at me as her chest began to rise and fall in short pants. I knew all about Noa’s books. Had that worked her up today? Was she wanting to do more than what we’d done last night? I’d teach her all about more.
No bra. That was what I’d thought when she came down earlier this evening. It had been fucking impossible not to look at her tits in that top when I was almost positive that was the outline of her nipples I was seeing.
Filling my hand with one of her full tits, I squeezed. “Don’t walk around the house without a bra again,” I warned her. “It was just me tonight, but there could have been others. They don’t get to see you like that.”
Her sharp intake of breath didn’t snap me out of my sudden caveman actions. If I was scaring her, then she needed to speak up; otherwise, I was about to get much worse.
Calvin. She was still a virgin because of him? Fuck no.
With my other hand, I grabbed one of her thighs and pulled it over mine until her heat was pressed against the bulge in my jeans. She made a sexy little sound and rocked against me. Her hand grabbed my arm.
“We’re outside,” she pointed out, sounding breathless already.
“That’s real observant, darlin’,” I replied, grabbing her ass and holding her tightly to me. “And we’re alone,” I whispered near her ear. “Now, tell me what it is that you read that got you hot and bothered?”
A strangled laugh came from her, and she shook her head. “No way.”
I ran the tip of my nose along the vein standing out in her neck, then flicked at the soft skin with my tongue. “I had my face buried in your pussy while you pulled my hair and squirted that sweet cream all over my tongue last night,” I reminded her, causing her to whimper. “You can tell me what makes you wet. I wanna fucking know.”
My hand continued to play with her tits while my cock swelled up until the zipper of my jeans was cutting into it. Letting go of her ass, I moved over her and began to unfasten my pants then shoved them down until I could free my throbbing erection. She glanced down at it in my hand.
“I promise not to coat your pretty face,” I told her. “Unless you want me to. Then I’ll happily oblige.”
She let out a startled laugh, then stopped, her eyes shooting back up to meet mine. “I … I don’t know.”
Oh damn. She looked so sincere that I had to squeeze my fucking cock until it hurt enough to calm it down.
“Tell me what you read that excited you,” I urged her as I found the waist of her leggings and slid my hand down inside, passing the small lace of her panties to the crotch and moving the fabric aside.
“AH!” she cried as I ran a knuckle along her soaking wet sex.
“You’ve made a mess in your panties,” I scolded her. “My good girl has been having very naughty thoughts.”
Her hooded eyes flared with need. She liked when I talked dirty. I’d figured that out last night.
“Tell me what has you dripping,” I coaxed, leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth, but not taking it yet because I wanted her to talk.
“You,” she said then hesitated.
I lifted my head to stare down at her. “Continue.”
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “Last night … you said something that I read today.”
I gently pressed the tip of my finger inside her tight, unused entrance. Her eyes fluttered back, and a moan followed. I let more ease in, watching her as I did. When I hit the hymen that she’d not been lying about, her entire body tensed up.
“Easy, baby. It’s okay,” I assured her as I pulled my finger out. “What did I say last night that you read about?”