Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
After a few minutes of making out, Cleo’s chest was heaving. The feel of her hard nipples rubbing against my chest made my mouth water. I broke the kiss so I could whip her shirt over her head. I had no idea where it ended up because I focused on removing the last barrier to her incredible tits.
I put my mouth on her neck as I worked the clasp on her bra, and she dropped her head back, moaning while I left hot, wet kisses along the column of her throat. When the catch released, I sat up to watch as her bra fell away and her breasts bounced with each of her choppy breaths.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I murmured, my voice filled with awe. I snapped out of it thirty seconds later and dropped my head to take one of her tight buds between my teeth.
Cleo moaned and arched her back, pushing her tit farther into my mouth. “Rigby…”
Hearing her say my name in that breathy tone was my undoing. I slipped my hands under her ass and held her firmly against me as I jumped to my feet. While I made my way to the bedroom, I released her nipple with a pop and latched onto the other one.
I kicked the door to my room open wide and carried Cleo over to the bed before releasing her rigid bud to lay her on the mattress.
My eyes devoured her gorgeous body, her pink hair spread over the dark comforter, her dusky nipples and passion-flushed skin. I was dying to feel her pressed against my body, to sink inside her and lose myself, but I remained glued to my spot and asked, “Are you sure about this, baby?” I silently begged her to say yes. But I would find the strength if she needed to put on the brakes. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”
Cleo’s cheeks bloomed crimson, but she smiled and nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”
Before I took her at her word, I needed to clarify something. “I want to be very clear about this, Cleo. Once you give yourself to me, there will be no going back. You’ll be mine. I won’t ever let you go. So if you need time to think—”
“Rigby?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
A grin split my face. “Yes, ma'am.”
I bent over and captured her lips in a deep, hungry kiss. But before I got too lost, I pulled back. Cleo pouted, and I chuckled. “Relax, baby. I want to see all of you.”
Her face flushed, but she didn’t stop me when I unsnapped her jeans and dragged them down her legs, then tossed them to the side. She’d kicked off her shoes when she curled up on the couch, so I removed her socks, then paused as I stared at her underwear. The baby blue, silky panties barely covered her pussy, and the soaked fabric was plastered onto her skin. It was smooth…oh, fuck.
Without thought, I clutched the fabric and ripped it away like a fucking caveman.
“Fuck,” I breathed as I stared at her glistening folds. “You’re fucking bare.”
Cleo’s expression turned a little uncertain, and her hands moved toward her center. I grabbed her wrists and pushed her arms up over her head, holding them there with one of my hands while the other glided down her front until I cupped her dripping pussy.
“Sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I rasped, dipping my middle finger into her channel and groaning. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
Her mouth formed a little O, and I gave her a swift kiss before releasing her so I could stand and strip. I was quickly losing the battle for control over my desire. Once I was naked in front of her, all the color drained from her face as she stared at my long, thick shaft. My dick stood straight up, and when I stepped toward the bed, it smacked against my abs, leaving a smear of precome.
“Stop worrying, baby,” I said in a soothing tone as I slowly climbed onto the bed. “You were made for me. I’m gonna have to be really careful, but I promise, it will fit.”
She glanced at my face with a dubious frown, and I swallowed a smile. She was too fucking adorable.
“Will you trust me?” I asked softly.
Something in my demeanor seemed to resonate with her because her tension began to ease, and she nodded. “Okay.”
I gave her a grateful kiss, then maneuvered my body until I hovered over her on my hands and knees. As I lowered myself down and our hot skin pressed together, I dropped my head into the crook of her neck and groaned.
Cleo’s hands had come to my biceps, but they began to roam, slowly exploring my arms, chest, and back. “You’re so hard,” she whispered, and I couldn’t help laughing.