Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160166 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 801(@200wpm)___ 641(@250wpm)___ 534(@300wpm)
Her movements are nervous as she tucks a stray lock of dark brown hair behind her ear.
“You look beautiful tonight,” I tell her, my voice softer and deeper than anticipated. Coated in the sinful thoughts that filter into my mind.
Of me fisting her perfectly curled hair, of me smearing that lipstick with a brutal kiss. Of me ripping that loose lace blouse off of her, lifting her skirt up and fucking her against the wall. We haven’t made use of most of the surfaces in here. I aim to change that as quickly as possible. I want memories of her everywhere I look.
“Thank you,” she whispers and questions, “should I—”
“I know I left in a bit of a rush last night,” I interrupt her and push my chair out, patting my lap. “Come here.”
She’s quick to come to me, removing her heels to settle down in my lap. Her deep brown eyes never leave mine like they’re searching for something.
With both hands braced on my shoulders, she faces me with an expectantly look. My right hand settles on her hip, my left brushes her hair back from her face and I stare down at those bloodred lips of hers.
“I have problems sleeping, so when I woke up it was …” I lift my gaze to hers to complete the thought, “… alarming.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispers.
“You’re apologizing because I fell asleep and then scared the shit out of you?” I shake my head at her. She’s sweet and innocent. She has compassion and empathy where I do not. The last thing I want to do is tarnish it. I want to keep her like this for as long as I can.
“I’m sorry you were alarmed.”
“It’s not your fault. I think you know by now, I have issues. I’m not a good man, but I’ll do what I can to be good to you.”
My admission rewards me with a shy flush from my good, sweet girl.
“You’re better now?”
Leaning back, I move my hand under her, readjusting and pulling my cock out.
“I will be shortly.”
As she tries to maneuver herself to remove her undergarment, I reach up, smirking when I feel the lace. My thumb easily pushes through them, shredding them and rewarding me with a gasp from my sweet girl.
Leaning forward, I silence it with a kiss, stealing the air from her and massaging her tongue with mine. With my hands up her skirt, my fingers move to her hot center and toy with her, rubbing her clit, slipping my fingers through her slit and then back up until she moans in my mouth.
Her fingers dig into my shoulders and I revel in how greedy her touch is.
With my lips still against hers, I murmur, “Already wet for me.”
“I want you,” she whispers back with a sincerity and need I didn’t realize I was desperate for.
In one swift move I position her how I need and impale her on my cock.
She falls forward, moaning my name and clinging to me as I wrap one hand around her shoulder, my arm bracing her back and holding her steady while I fuck her.
Her moans are drawn out and her warm breath travels down my back as she bites down on the curve of my neck in an attempt to silence herself.
A cold sweat breaks out along my skin and I relish in it. Nothing else matters as I murmur into her ear that I need her more than I need anything or anyone.
Her nails dig into my skin as she holds on. She’s close. I know she is as she tightens around my cock, writhing in my arms.
As she calls out my name, her neck arching and her release taking over, I devour her lips with mine and that’s what does it. Capturing her kiss, I come undone with her.
BRAELYNN
The mall is busy and humming with people as Scarlet and I stroll through the wide, tiled hallway. I’ve always loved the mall. The crowds, the food court, the shops and sales. It’s full of life. This particular mall is one of my favorites. It has high ceilings and a second floor with endless stores to shop and get lost in.
“We’re here,” Scarlet says with a grin. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
I take another sip of my latte and smile back at her over the cup. “Hell yes I am.”
We enter an excessively large home goods store, one of my favorite places to shop, and both of us grab carts from a row near the door. We wander through each aisle, picking up items and putting them back down. More than a few go into my cart. A new set of dish towels. A pretty shower curtain. It’s freeing to be able to put my own touches on my place. I can decorate however I want and it wasn’t until this moment that the realization hits me. I’ve never had a place of my own. I’ve never truly been on my own.