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)
Please don’t do this, I roar at myself. Think about Mike. Think about all those years together, all the shit you saw, playing cards in the easy silence, knowing you didn’t need to speak about it.
However, I don’t listen to that voice as she walks over to me, seeming to find it difficult to balance in her high heels.
“Do you usually wear heels?” I ask.
She stops right in front of me, looking up. My whole body hurts, trying to hold back everything I want to do to her. She shakes her head and says, “Not often, no, but it makes me taller.” She laughs nervously, somehow making her even more attractive. A flush spreads down her neck, almost touching the round globes of her breasts. “I’m almost as tall as you now.”
“Not quite,” I smirk, and her whole face lights up like it means the world to her. “Give me a spin.”
Stop, stop. I cringe internally, thinking, but truthfully, I can’t stop. I was addicted to her the moment she walked into the function room wearing that dress.
Her eyes snap open wide. “A spin?”
“You heard me,” I grunt.
She steps back, then does as I ask, giving me a look at her plump ass and her thick legs.
“Fuck.” When she’s done, I snap. I step forward and sweep her into my arms, sliding my hands down her body. I grab her thick ass and push her up against the wall. “Fuck, Emma. When did you get so goddamn sexy?”
“Oh my God,” she whispers. “Jacob…”
I lean down and do something I never imagined myself doing before she walked in with her curvy body and that shy, excited look in her eyes.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur.
I kiss her hard. I kiss her like my best friend isn’t just twenty feet away. I kiss her, and, worse, I go further. I slide my hand up her bare leg, squeezing onto her thickness, savoring it. My dick is already solid. I’m ready to slip inside her.
“Fuck.” I break off the kiss, staring into her eyes, almost wanting her to tell me to stop. “You’re wet.”
I rub against her underwear, feeling her lips swollen with desire, her pussy letting me know how badly she wants it. “Is that bad?” she asks.
“Baby.” I push my fingers against her pussy, massaging her clit. When she shifts against me, I rub her even faster, with more pressure. “Does it feel bad?”
“Nuh-no,” she stutters, glancing at the open door.
I should close it. I should stop what I’m doing. I should do a lot of things, but her pussy is too warm and creamy for me. It’s even making hot-as-hell, wet noises when I push her underwear aside and rub her naked lips.
“Can you kiss me again?” she whispers nervously.
I smirk, then lean down and claim her lips again. She moans through the kiss, then opens her mouth wide, unable to kiss me anymore from the pleasure, her teeth clicking against mine.
“I thought you wanted to kiss,” I say huskily.
She stares into my eyes, unable to speak, but she doesn’t need to say anything anyway. She creams for me right there, in a dingy storage room, the music from her party audible through the walls. I rub her faster, feeling her juices slide down her thighs and over my hand.
“Your pussy’s ready for my cock,” I growl. “Ready for every damn inch.”
“Yes,” she moans.
I must be a bad man. I can hear the nerves in her voice, but I’m too hungry for her to let it bother me. Somehow, my best friend has been wiped from my mind. Mike isn’t even a thought. I’m on autopilot, determined to claim her, as I walk across the room and close the door. I grab a broomstick and shock it through the handle, jamming it. When I turn, she is looking at me, biting her lip. The flush has spread down over her tits now.
“Bend over,” I tell her. “Show me that perfect ass.”
She turns slowly, braces her hands against a shelving unit, and sticks her ass out. I practically run across the room, hiking her dress up, staring in awe down at the thickness of her ass. It glistens in the naked bulb light, her pink hole drenched with her wetness.
I pull her underwear down to her knees, trapping her thick legs together. Her pink pussy is soaked, shiny with her lust.
“You’re going to take every fucking inch,” I growl, taking my cock from my pants.
It’s still difficult to accept I’m doing this, losing control so blatantly, so quickly. Control has been the point all my life, but not with Emma.
“Yes,” she whispers, in that same nervous tone, but her sopping hole tells me she is ready.
I step forward, massaging precome up and down my length, then bring my tip to her entrance. I grab her fine ass and push forward. Oh, hell, I love the way her hole kisses the tip of my cock, but then she makes an ouch noise, and I pull away.