Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Her eyes flash to mine, still full of questions but also the lingering heat that always exists between us. No matter what has happened between us, she still wants me, and I have no intention of keeping my hands to myself.
I clench my fists tight, letting my need for her roll through me. Things are different now. I need to be careful with her. Slacking this feeling is something I’ll have to handle on my own. She’ll only get the pleasure.
I scoop her up by the ass and skim my mouth up her neck even as she lets out a tiny squeak of surprise. Her breath fans against my ear, and her arms wrap around my neck to keep herself steady. God, every fucking time, I forget how perfectly she fits in my grasp.
“Angel, if you aren’t up for this, tell me now so I can walk away. Otherwise…” I trail off, letting her imagination fill in the blanks.
“I don’t want to stop,” she says against my cheek and clutches me tighter.
That’s my girl.
I gently set her on the bed. She unwinds from around my neck and uses her hands to scoot backward from the edge. I spend a minute looking at her, all her pale soft skin and gleaming eyes. Everything in her face, from the clench of her jaw to the heavy gulp she takes as her gaze glides down my body, says she wants me as much as I want her right now.
“Lie back, Angel. I want you to touch yourself for me.”
Her eyes fly wide, skimming back up to mine. Then her body flushes pink from her cheeks to her knees, and I clench my fists again, needing the ache in my hands to keep me from climbing on the bed after her. “Touch yourself for me. Part your cunt and show me how wet you are.”
The gulp she gives me is loud enough that even I can hear it, but then she slides her hand over her belly, between her thighs, and into her panties. I reach up, grab the lace, and tug them down her legs. “Open for me. Let me look at you. You’ve been feeling guilty about leaving. Let this assuage some of that guilt.”
Her fingers glide through her pussy, and she lets her thighs splay wide open so I get a look at everything. “That’s not fair, using sex like that.”
I lean over on the bed, bracing my hands to bring my face low enough I can smell the soft musk of her arousal and the scent of my soap on her skin. “When did I ever say I play fair? Now stop teasing and touch yourself like I would.”
She arches her wrist to dip her fingers inside herself, then back out to circle her clit. “Or you could get up here and touch me yourself.”
If I climb onto the bed, I’ll rail her into the covers so hard there will be stitch lines on her ass from the blanket. No, better if I keep my distance until I can touch her with control. “Keep going,” I encourage her.
I lick my lips as I watch her, the need to kiss her there overwhelming. But I ignore it in favor of cataloging this moment, this feeling, for when I take the edge off later. Alone.
She sighs and drops her head back onto the bed, hips tipping upward to increase the pressure of her fingers. All I can do is tighten my grip on the bedding and watch. My cock’s so hard it’s leaking pre-cum all over my slacks. Control is something I know well and something I know I can give her.
Her breathy moan washes through me, and this time, I lean down farther until her glistening pussy is only a few inches away from my face. She’s so fucking beautiful it takes my breath away.
Then her fingers still, and she pulls those wet digits away from her flesh to stare down at me. “I don’t want this. I want you. Why won’t you touch me?”
I clear my throat and swallow the thick knot there. “I just want to look at you right now, Angel.”
She narrows her eyes. “That’s bullshit. Something’s wrong. Do you not want me anymore? Is that it?”
Letting out a low groan, I stand and strip off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. It takes me a moment to get the courage to grab my cock tight in my fist. There’s no way in hell I’ll be able to stop once I start.
“Does this look like I don’t want you, Angel? All I can think about is sliding into your tight body and fucking you until you scream.”
She holds her arms out to me but then lets them drop to the bed when I don’t crawl into them. “Then do it. What’s the problem? You won’t break me.”