Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“The bed downstairs kind of sucks,” Lexie chirps, with a secret little smile that makes me so fucking hard.
“Upstairs it is then,” I grumble, fighting off the urge to tell her parents right here and now how things are going to be with us.
Lexie swallows, never taking her eyes off me.
“Okay. Just don’t bother me when I’m working. I’ve got a statistics test tomorrow and I need to concentrate.”
You sassy little...
“Lexie.” Patricia gives her a shake of her head, her voice scolding. “What’s gotten into you today?”
Me, sis. I’m whats gotten into her and I’m going to be in her again here really fucking soon.
But Lexie just smiles and turns to lead me upstairs, swaying her hips in those tight little leggings, glancing back at me once she’s in the hallway. Once she’s out of view of her parents, she gives me a sexy, slow wink and blows me a kiss.
Fuck. I’m tapping that hard tonight. What are the statistical chances her ripe little womb is going to be bred with my baby by dawn if it isn’t already?
I resist the urge to touch her until she leads me into the guest room. I shut the door behind us.
And it’s fucking on.
I grab her by the hips and pull her into me. She’s mine and I’m never going to let her forget it.
I growl into the shell of her ear, “I’ll bother you whenever I fucking want. Fuck your statistics. Fuck your parents. You’re mine.”
She slides her hand between us, running the heel of her palm down the shaft of my dick.
“You bought me once. Verified and paid up, I got the notification a couple of hours ago. But I don’t think even half a million entitles you to seconds.”
Brat. Fuck, I love that.
Doesn’t mean I’m not going to make her pay for it, though. I grab her hand off of me, holding her hard by the wrist. I pin it behind her against the wall. I can tell it startles her. Her tits heave with each breath.
With my other hand, I take what’s mine. Past her leggings, past her panties, into that warm crevice that’s had me hard all fucking day.
As soon as I slip my fingers between her folds, she groans. And so do I. She’s fucking soaked already.
“This little pussy doesn’t give a fuck if I paid a penny, does it?”
Her eyes flutter. She swallows hard. Melts in my arms a little.
“Oh, Uncle Marshall,” she whispers.
“That’s fucking right.” Cupping my hand against her cunt, I grind my palm into her clit. I rub that tight little bud against her pelvis. With my first and middle fingers, I hook into her pussy, putting pressure on her g-spot.
She comes up on her tiptoes. “Oh my god.”
Now I lean in close. “Give it to me, Lexie. Give it to me right fucking now.”
Her eyes pop open. Panicked, unsure. So fucking innocent and willful, too.
“I can’t…not unless I’m lying…”
I don’t give a fucking shit what she thinks she can or can’t do. Her body is mine. Her cunt is mine. And it’s time she knows it.
“Shut the fuck up and give me that cum. Give your Uncle Marshall what he wants.”
She obeys. Her body bucks, her breath catches, her pussy spills out a handful of warm wetness that makes my balls pulse. I shove two fingers inside to the third knuckle, pounding her so hard with my hand that the picture behind her slips on its hook.
She closes her eyes, presses her forehead against my shoulder.
“Oh my god,” she whimpers. “I’m…here it….”
Her walls flutter, her clit is hard and swollen. I show her no mercy. Absolutely none. I grind my palm against her even harder. And now she’s coming for me. All wetness and whimpers, curled-toes and squeezing thighs.
What a fucking angel.
“There it is,” I tell her into her ear. “There. Give it to your uncle, you naughty little tease.”
“Oh my godddddd…”
There it is. She fucking gushes.
Sprays me with her warm honey.
In the palm of my fucking hand. Dripping between my fingers.
“Good girl.”
When her whimpers slow and her pussy slows its throbbing, I reluctantly slide my fingers out and take her in my arms. I’m so hard I’m seeing stars, but I like this, too. And that’s really saying something.
I’ve never cuddled before.
But with her it’s different.
After a little while, she lifts her face to mine. “I’m so sorry about last night.”
There it is. That subject was coming up damn quick.
“You better be fucking sorry.”
Holding me close now, sweet. Apologetic. It soothes all my fucking worry and anger in an instant.
“I didn’t run from you.”
The empty bed. That empty room. That fucking ache in my heart.
“Fucking felt like it.”
She wraps her arms around me.
“I ran from the situation. But I’m sorry I was such a chicken about it.”
I slide my hand down her soft belly, parting her folds with my fingers again. I can’t get enough of this pussy. No matter how much I touch her. It’ll never be enough.