Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Rusty looks at me from the fire, his eyes flickering as though in judgment. Mike is in Little Hope, doing only he knows what, and I’m supposed to be caring for his daughter. Instead, I’m indulging in all my darkest, hungriest sides. Every shade of need grips me.
Slowly, I walk down the hallway, my dick pulsing. Outside her bedroom door, I stop, wait, and remind myself how this is wrong: Mike is missing, the age gap, knowing her since she was a kid, the betrayal. Yet when I push the door open, it all fades away.
She’s wearing the same dress, her hair down, her tits pushed up. The lamplight highlights the contours of her tits, making me so savage I start rubbing my dick. She gasps, her eyes snapping at the movement.
“On the bed,” I growl. “Touch your pussy. Let me see how wet your underwear can get.”
I shut the door, then turn back to her, the wind whining against the cabin, making us shake. I don’t need to worry about the cameras now. There’s no way anybody is getting to us here. We might as well be at the end of the world.
She does what I say, lying back and opening her legs, showing me her underwear. Looking at me with those wide, sexy, virgin eyes, she starts to rub the outside of her underwear slowly. I kneel before the bed, staring as a petal of wetness blossoms over the fabric.
“You’ve been waiting for this,” I growl, “just as badly as I have.”
“Uh… yeah.”
I smirk, kissing the inside of her leg, tasting her sweat, tasting her. She shivers as I kiss closer, then start kissing the outside of her underwear. I can’t do that for long, though. She smells too damn tangy, too inviting. It’s like a perfume that has my dick trying to break out of my pants.
I grab her underwear and pull them down, then lean forward and lick her pussy like the addict I am, the addict she’s made me. I gorge on her taste, slipping my hands between her and the mattress and caressing her ass at the same time. She shifts her hips against me like she’s chasing the pleasure, her taste erupting throughout me. It’s impossible to overstate how perfect she tastes. It’s a primal, deep-down thing. It’s unquestionable. I’m tasting a woman I own—my Emma.
She makes the hottest whimpering noise when I push my thumb against her pleasure button and start rubbing. At the same time, I tongue the fuck out of her inexperienced hole. She starts shaking. I want to look up to watch her come, but I can’t stop. I won’t let up until she’s stopped trembling for me. I rub her clit hard, fast, side to side, tongue-fucking her hole, moving quicker, with more savage urgency.
She’s mine. I want to roar it. It all seems so obvious and simple when I’ve got her like this. With my thumb owning her clit and my tongue owning her hole, her moans flood the room, and it seems simple. She’s mine. I’m hers. Nothing else matters.
She comes for me, squirting her horny juices. I slip my finger into her and swirl it in circles, finally looking up to see her with her back arched, the pleasure pumping out of her. She pulses in time with the movement of my finger, then finally comes to a shuddering stop. I slip my finger out, wiping the juices on her leg, loving how her thickness glistens.
“You’re so hot when you come.”
“Really?” she pants.
“Really,” I say passionately. “It’s like all the pleasure a person can possibly feel bubbles up in you. It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
“I don’t know about that…”
“I do,” I snarl. “Bend over. I want to see if I made your ass red when I spanked you. Fuck, I love when you’re obedient.”
From her position on all fours, her big, creamy ass sticking out, she says, “Maybe I enjoy obeying you. It’s not like I know what to do, is it?”
“Don’t worry,” I groan, walking up behind her and smoothing my hand over her ass, slightly reddened from where I spanked her. “I’ll show my inexperienced virgin what to do. There’s only one thing you need to do, Emma. Just be you and moan when I spank your big, juicy, jiggly ass.”
I bring my hand down on the right globe of her ass, causing a ripple that sends waves of hunger into me.
“Jiggly?” she says. “Really, Jacob?”
“What’s wrong with jiggly?” I smirk.
“It sort of sounds like a bad thing,” she says.
“The way your thick body jiggles for me is one of the reasons I’m rock-fucking-hard right now.” I grab my pants and pull them down, letting my dick spring free. Any doubts are gone now. Somehow, it’s possible to let go of the fact I was ready to die for this.