Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
And I wouldn’t.
“You ready, cariño?”
Sophia sighed, looking at me through the full-length mirror in front of her.
“You are the most impatient man in the world. Do you know that?” she lamented, rolling her eyes as she continued to apply her lipstick, not paying me any mind.
I fucking hated that shit, and she knew it.
She was naturally beautiful.
I was over to her in three strides, grabbing her wrist, and turning her to face me. “You sassing me, baby?” I asked, wiping off the lipstick she’d just applied.
She rolled her eyes at me again as my hands inched toward her ass. “It’s not sass when it’s true,” she mocked.
I spanked her hard and grabbed her ass, making her yelp. “Ow! Don’t! That stung.”
I grinned as she pushed against my chest, trying to get out of my grasp. It was no use. She wasn’t going anywhere unless I wanted her to, but it was still entertaining as fuck to watch her try.
“It’s my birthday. I’m allowed to do whatever the fuck I want today.”
“What’s your excuse for the rest of the year?” she giggled as I slowly moved my hands near her inner thighs. It didn’t take much to make her squirm, she was sensitive everywhere. I made sure to touch her every chance I got, just to hear her laugh.
She tried to swat my hands away. “Stop, that tickles.” Thrashing and throwing her head back with laughter.
She gasped when I suddenly lifted her up, leaning her back against the wall with a slight thud. Wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck for support. She bit her lip as I stared into her big green eyes that I knew held my future.
“For someone who is so impatient, you sure are making it hard for me to get ready. I thought you wanted to go?” she rasped as I kissed along the pulse of her neck. Triggering a small moan to escape her lips.
“Everything I want, everything I need, is right here in my arms,” I said, continuing my assault. Kissing every spot I knew that drove her crazy.
She was wearing a low cut tank that I wanted nothing more than to rip the fuck off. Her breathing hitched when I reached the top of her cleavage that was on full display. All I knew was that when her body was pressed up against mine, it took every ounce of strength I had to not go balls deep in her sweet pussy. We had messed around a few times, but I kept with the PG-13 bullshit for the most part.
She wasn’t ready for what I so desperately wanted to do to her. Not yet.
I deliberately pushed my hard cock against her core so she could feel my need for her. Continuing my descent, I took it a step further. My hands started to roam from her hip up her side, grazing her tit, causing another moan to escape her mouth.
“Shhh… your grandparents are home,” I groaned, rubbing my cock along her heat again. Making her legs wrap tighter around my waist.
She wanted to feel every inch of our contact.
My hands worked their way under her tank, the need to feel her soft skin against my calloused fingers won. I peered into her eyes. Our connection had always been flawless and easy. It was never a burden or an obligation to be with her. If anything, she was my salvation. The only good thing I had in my life.
Love and desperation.
Longing and guilt.
My feelings were so torn that I questioned my resolve to not take her up against the wall right then and there.
When her small, delicate hands started moving from my neck down to my chest, I instantly grabbed her wrists, bringing them above her head. Holding them tight in my grasp.
“Did I say you could touch me?” I taunted, brushing my lips lightly over hers.
She shook her head no, her nose grazing mine. “Well, I don’t remember saying you could touch me,” she countered, angling her head, trying to kiss me.
I chuckled against her mouth. “When you own something, you can touch it whenever you want. You belong to me, cariño,” I breathed out, pecking her lips. Giving her what she wanted.
“Your heart belongs to me, doesn’t it?” she simply replied.
“Mmm hmm…” I deepened our kiss, getting lost in the feeling of her velvety tongue.
She pulled away first, and I immediately missed her lips. Smirking up at me through her lashes, she purred, “And so do your balls, buddy.” Tearing one of her hands free from my grasp, she reached for my boys.
I intercepted it, kissing her palm before claiming her mouth again. Slow, deep and passionate. “No, sweetheart,” I coaxed in between kissing.
Without warning, I released her hands and stepped back. Causing her to fall to her feet unexpectedly. She whimpered from the loss of my touch. Glaring at me as she adjusted her clothes.