Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“It’s just… You know… have you washed the sheets since the last time you…”
I wait for her to continue, but she doesn’t.
“Last time I what?”
“Had someone over,” she says after the longest pause ever.
“Had someone over?” I growl, my anger starting to become real. “I haven’t fucked anyone in this house, much less this bed.”
She nods, her cheeks that favorite color of mine, but I don’t know if it’s because she’s happy to hear what I had to say or if she’s realizing how fucking pitiful I am. We don’t have these types of conversations. We don’t talk about dating other people or how we spend our time when we aren’t together. It’s like a silent agreement because it’s possible she knows just how much it would crush me to hear about a guy she might be seeing.
“Do you take them to—”
I press my lips to hers, letting our tongues fight, in an effort to shut her up. I know how sad it is that I haven’t been with anyone else in years. I don’t want her sympathy or, worse yet, her questioning why I don’t date. She might not understand that if I can’t have her, then I don’t want anyone else. I’d rather fuck my hand than pretend with anyone else.
She opens her mouth, a possible protest on her lips, but it turns into a whimper when I slide two fingers inside of her.
She gasps, her hands clinging to me as she rolls her hips, brushing her clit against my hand.
She’s a completely different woman when she’s turned on, and I feel like an idiot for thinking the person she shows everyone else was going to be the same person she was in the bedroom.
I want to let myself believe she’s only ever been like this with me, but I also know how dangerous those types of thoughts are.
“I want you to lick your own cum from my cock,” I say against her lips. “Think you can do that for me?”
She nods, her enthusiasm making her head dip quickly.
I lick at her lips one last time before urging her back toward my messy bed. Had I known before I left this morning that we were going to end up here tonight, I might’ve made the damn thing, but I sort of like her seeing this real part of me. I’m never going to be the man she expects, and I sort of feel like I’m winning when she doesn’t argue further about the disarray in my room. It’s as if she’s accepting me for who I am and being okay with it. I know it’s as close as I’ll get to her fully accepting me.
“Spread those thighs, baby. Let me in.”
She digs her teeth into her lip as she opens herself for me. I haven’t even offered to turn off the lights in the room. If she’s allowed to dictate this stuff at her house, then the same goes for me at mine.
“Further,” I urge, watching with rapt attention as she lifts her legs, pressing her feet into my mattress. It angles her hips up a little and I war between wanting to do what I promised and getting another taste of her.
“Dip those little fingers inside, baby. I want to see them glisten.”
She hesitates, just like I knew she would, but when I wait her out, she eventually moves her fingers toward her center.
Once again, I have to fist my own cock because the sight of her touching herself is almost enough to send me over the edge.
“That’s it. A little deeper.”
She moans as she obeys, her eyes fluttering closed as she lets herself get lost in the way it feels. God, how I wish it was my tongue on her flesh and not her fingers.
“Adalynn,” I groan, loving how her throat works on a swallow as her eyes open once again. “Keep touching yourself that way, and I may end up painting your skin like I warned you about in the living room.”
I want to suck on her pouty lip when she sticks it out.
“You said I was going to lick my own cum off you.”
She doesn’t repeat my words verbatim, but they’re no less sexy coming from her lips.
I climb over her, the warmth of her body washing over me as she immediately lifts her knees, resting them against my sides as I line myself up.
“I swear you make me fucking weak,” I growl, as I press the first bare inch inside of her.
Her fingers curl, the bluntness of the tips making it no less painful as she digs them into me. A flash of having them tattooed into my skin hits me, but I shove it down. Doing so would only raise questions I could never explain the next time we’re at her dad’s house for a pool party and barbecue.