Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
She stirs when I slide into bed again, though I tried to be careful. “Is Tia all right?” she asks in a sleepy voice with her eyes still closed.
She cares. She really cares. I don’t know why that’s so surprising. Maybe I’m not used to anybody caring when there’s nothing in it for them. It’s totally foreign to me.
“She’s better.” When Wren curls up against me, tucking her head under my chin, I can’t help but close my arms around her. There’s something nice about it, and when was the last time there was anything nice in my life besides my sister?
“I’m glad. She’s a sweet kid.” She squirms, wiggling until we are as close as can be without sharing the same body. Pressed together with her breath on my neck and her heart beating against my chest. Something in me loosens, relaxes. For the first time in forever, I can relax without taking a massive amount of weed.
“Did I hear you downstairs?” she mumbles after yawning.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper. Dad didn’t even ask about Tia, but she did. After everything I’ve done to her and everything she went through before that, living in that shitty apartment, having the kind of mother whose reputation is known all around town. She still cares.
I pull my head back to look down at her. Like I need to make sure she’s real, like I’m not dreaming her up. How can she put up with the shit I do to her and still cuddle like this?
Her eyes open once she tips her head back, gazing at me. I forget to breathe for a second while a hand closes around my heart and squeezes. Only Tia ever makes that happen, but here I am, with the same pressure in my chest as I lower my head and do the only thing that feels right.
Her lips are warm, plump, juicy. They part under mine and a sweet sigh escapes, turning to a moan when my tongue strokes hers. Something surges between us, pulling us closer together, heat building out of nowhere as I kiss her slowly, claiming her mouth. While I try to figure out what makes her who she is. She didn’t let all the hatred shut her down and turn her cold and hard.
Hard like my dick, which can’t help but respond to the way she keeps wiggling against me. She is warm, alive, very real, and she melts against me once I start stroking her back. Every stroke takes me a little lower until my hand caresses her ass.
She sucks in a breath, then moans softly against my neck. Her body moves again, but there’s something sensual about it now. Like she’s waking up to me. Because she can’t help herself—that’s what my touch does to her.
And this is what she does to me. She makes me grind against her and probe her pussy with my fingers. So wet, hot. She gasps when I find her clit and tease it in slow circles. The high-pitched, helpless noises she makes and the way she moves against me steal my breath and make my cock go harder than ever until it’s dripping in my pants. Her juices already coat my fingers by the time I work one, then two up inside her, pumping them in and out in a slow rhythm that makes her whimper and writhe.
Neither of us says another word. We don’t have to. It’s enough for me to roll onto my back and pull my waistband down until my cock is free, swaying a little, glistening at the tip. She seems a little confused, so I help her, pulling her on top of me, probing her tight hole until she’s shaking. I’m shaking, too, because nothing matters now but being inside her. I can forget everything when I’m inside her.
She gasps when my wide head breaches her entrance, closing her eyes while a whole range of emotions wash over her face. I can’t take my eyes off her as she lowers herself to my base, sighing sweetly once she settles in. “Ride me,” I growl, holding her hips, pressing my fingers against her creamy flesh. She’s so fucking tight, gripping me from base to tip, and the urge to come is almost too much to resist. “Come on my cock.”
With her hands on my chest, she starts to move, rocking her hips, grinding her clit against my base. Fuck, I could watch this for hours, the way she loses herself. Her eyes close and her head falls back before soft moans fill the air. She’s like a wet dream come to life, totally losing herself while she rides my cock.
I reach up and take off her shirt to palm her tits, playing with them while she moves faster, grinding harder. Her teeth sink into her lip as she starts to whimper. “Feel good?” I thumb her nipples until she whines and loses her rhythm, frantically fucking me. “Keep going. Make yourself come,” I urge, looking between us and watching my cock disappear inside her.