Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
twenty-three
Grace
I swallow everything he has to give me. I’ve never been more in control of something in my whole life. Knowing I’ve brought the big and powerful Caine to his knees makes me feel like a real woman. “Grace,” he calls my name as he finishes coming in my mouth. “Fuck, Grace.”
I look up at him, my body feeling like it’s never felt before. I take him as much as I can in my mouth before I gag, something I obviously need more practice at. I knew he had a big cock, but the minute his pants came off and his cock was free, it was like Christmas morning and getting that big gift on your list. I also almost blurted out, “This is a work of art.” He was big and thick and a bit scary to think of it all buried inside me, but the thought made me shiver.
“Was that okay?” I ask him once I let go of his cock. “Like, did I scrape your dick with my teeth?” He just stares at me. “We were talking once, and teeth are a huge issue.”
“Okay, one, who is we?” He holds up his finger.
“My cousins and me.” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, after that night I thought I would research.”
I shrug. “I didn’t think there were so many different ways to suck a dick.”
“Grace,” he says to me as he lifts his hips and covers his cock, and my vagina literally boos.
“Why are you covering yourself?” I ask. “Isn’t it sex time?”
“Are you insane?” he asks, and my eyebrows pinch together.
“We just had foreplay, so isn’t what comes next the main event?” I pull my bra up, covering my tits because I feel like I should cover myself also, except I just want to get more naked with him. I want us both to be naked.
“It’s the first date,” he states, shocked, “I’m not having sex with you on the first date.”
“Eww,” I reply, getting up. “You don’t put out on a first date?” I joke with him while my heart goes pitter-patter about him respecting me enough not to just bang me but also wanting him to bang my brains out. “Had I known this, I would not have agreed to date you at all.”
“Grace,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face, “you’re killing me right now.”
“Killing you enough that you might think this is date two and maybe have sex with me?” I tap my mouth with my finger. “Wait, at what date do you put out?”
“I have no idea.” He gets up, standing in front of me with his jeans hanging low on his hips, showing the abs you knew were there but are now more defined when he stands up, his arms bulging when he puts them on his hips. “I’ve never dated before, so I have no idea.”
“I think one and a half is the going rate these days.” I close the distance to him and put my hands on his sides. “I can run out and then run back in.” He puts his hands on my shoulders before moving them to hold my neck. “Ooh, are you going to choke me and then throw me down on the couch and—” He puts his hand over my mouth.
“Jesus, what kind of porn are you watching?” He chuckles as I wink at him.
“Want to watch one together and recreate it?” I ask him, getting on my tippy-toes and kissing his jaw.
“Grace, why are you making this so hard?” he groans as he looks at the ceiling.
My hand cups his cock. “I’m not the only one hard.” He looks back at me and kisses my lips. “Are you sure you’re okay with what I told you?”
“Which part, because I’m getting whiplash tonight,” he says softly, leaning down to kiss my lips again gently. I have to admit, I love every single time he kisses me. The passionate ones, the ones where I know I’m making him crazy, but his soft ones… those might just be my favorite.
“The part about me having my V.” I try to joke about it. “It’s like walking around with a big A on my shirt. No one wants to touch me.”
“No one better fucking touch you,” he growls, and I laugh.
“Simmer down there, big man. I don’t want anyone but you to touch me,” I admit, “even when you were a dick to me.”
“Yeah, well, it was the only thing I could do except lock you in a room, and, well, do things that, well, I shouldn’t want in the first place. But—”
“But.” I kiss his neck. “I’m just that irresistible.”
“You really are,” he agrees, kissing me again. “I want nothing more than to bury myself inside you.” The minute he says these words I think I purr. I definitely hum. “But I also want to take it slow.”