Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“The last thing I feel right now is cold, princess.” If she only knew the feelings her touches ignite inside of me. Or the thoughts that I’ve been having since I first set eyes on her, she may rethink not being scared. I bet she would be running for the hills if she knew all the dirty damn thoughts I’ve had about her.
“Okay, then mad at me?”
“Nothing to be mad about with you.”
“Stop talking in circles.” She stomps one foot, making a smile tug at my lips at her adorable outburst. “Stop smirking too.” Paisley’s eyes narrow on me. There are no more tears to be seen. “Now, tell me why you’re avoiding me and giving me short answers.”
Most of what I say is in short responses. Only her and my family get much different. I’m not a man of many words. I’m direct. With Paisley I have to hold myself back, so words are all I got.
“You sure you wanna know, princess?” The hold I still have on her wrist tightens. I feel her pulse pick up. That pink little tongue of hers swipes across her plump bottom lip. Not helping my hard-on, which she thankfully hasn’t noticed in these gym shorts.
“Please.” The one word comes out as a plea, snapping any control I was hanging on to. I pull her into my body as my mouth comes down onto her. My other hand goes to her ponytail to pull her head back more so that I have full access to her mouth.
When I give her hair a tug, a gasp leaves her, making her soft lips part for me. I slip my tongue inside her mouth, wanting to deepen the kiss. To make sure I get a full taste of her before she can push me away. Fuck she tastes good. The little sample I snuck earlier can’t hold a candle to this.
To my surprise, she doesn’t try to escape. Instead, her hand slips up my chest and around my neck. Paisley must lift up on her tiptoes because she pushes into the kiss, too, opening her mouth wider for me, her own tongue tangling with mine. I’ll never be the same after this. My little princess has no idea that her acceptance has just sealed her fate. She’s mine. Forever.
A sweet moan comes from her as her small body wiggles against mine. My cock presses into her soft stomach. That’s not where I want it to be, and from the way she’s moving, I don’t think she does either.
My hands go to her ass, lifting her off her feet. She wraps her legs around me, her pussy lining up perfectly against my cock. Where it belongs. Paisley might be tiny compared to me, but we fit perfectly together. If she didn’t have any clothes on, I could easily slide my cock inside of her and bounce her on it like I’m doing now. I rub her pussy, making sure my cock hits her clit with each stroke.
“Jackson.” She whimpers, breaking our kiss. I don’t want to stop tasting her, so I go for her neck. Her fingers sink into my hair. She tries to move her hips with me, but I don’t let her.
I pin her to the nearest wall, keeping control over her. Her breasts push against my chest, letting me feel her hard nipples through the thin shirt. I want to make her come. It might be selfish, but I can’t stop myself from doing it. I grind against her as I lick and suck at her neck.
Her breathing grows faster, and more delicate moans start to pour from her lips until her body contracts, the orgasm hitting her. She cries out my name. The sweet sound is more than I can take.
I groan into her neck, coming right along with her like a teenage boy touching a girl for the first time. I didn’t think it was possible to come from dry humping, but here I am, proving that it most definitely is.
I keep rocking my cock against her to draw out her pleasure, wanting to get all of her orgasm. When her body fully relaxes again, I lift my head, the chaos that I’d been feeling since shit went down tonight finally subsiding a bit.
Fuck me.
Paisley's cheeks are flushed, her lips puffy from our kisses, her eyes heavy-lidded. Seeing her like this causes a whole new sense of mayhem inside of me. “So you’re really not mad at me?” A smile spreads across her face. One that I hope I get to see every day for the rest of my life.
I don’t think I could ever be mad at her, but I have a feeling that isn’t going to be mutual.
14
PAISLEY
“Promise you. I’m not mad at you,” Jackson reassures me. I stare into his eyes, knowing he’s telling me the truth. I can’t see him being a liar.