Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I wanted you here. That robe is new. I don’t bring girls down here. I want you with me, but if you want to go back to Moses Mile, I will take you. I told you last night, while I was licking your pussy, that you were mine. Nothing is creepy about that. You gave it to me, and I’m keeping it. And I’m done trying to make you hate me to save you. You made me weak. You made me jealous, and that’s a weakness. I can’t have weaknesses. Not in my world. So, I stopped fighting it and got a taste.” He leaned forward then and rested his elbows on his knees while he looked up at me. “I’ve tasted hundreds, but you’re a fucking drug I didn’t know existed.”
He stood up then, and I had to tilt my head back to keep looking at him as he towered over me.
“You can leave whenever you want, but you’ll still be mine,” he said as he pulled the belt on the robe free. “You’ll still want me to make you feel good.”
Every nerve in my body was now humming with anticipation. He shoved the robe off my shoulders, and it slid down my arms until it was on the floor around my feet. The hungry look in his eyes made me want to forget everything.
To stay here with him and do whatever he wanted me to do. That wasn’t healthy, and I knew it. I struggled to care enough to stop it when his hands moved under the shirt I was wearing and cupped my butt as he pulled me against him.
“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it,” he whispered against my neck. “So young and sweet. I tried to protect you from me. I fucking tried so hard.”
He licked my collarbone, and I trembled.
“You’re beautiful. I knew the boys wanted you. I told myself they could have you.” A low chuckle vibrated in his chest. “Then, I saw Saxon dancing with you. His hands on you.”
Blaise’s hands slipped inside the back of my panties, and he slid them down my bottom until his index finger ran over the proof of my arousal. I jerked against him at the contact.
“I wanted to rip his arms from his body.” His hoarse whisper was against my ear as he began to run the tip of his finger inside me, then back in a slow rhythm. “Your panties are already soaked. Even your pussy knows it’s mine.”
My knees were going weak, and I grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling. He pulled his hands free and sucked the finger that he’d been using inside me. I watched him with a mix of fascination and need.
“As much as I love the taste of your cum,” he said, “I want to feel you come on my dick. Will you let me inside you bare?”
Bare. He meant no condom. I hadn’t ever thought about that. He’d been with hundreds of women. Hadn’t he just said that?
“I’m clean. I swear. I made sure,” he said, then reached for the T-shirt I was wearing and pulled it up and over my head. “You’re not on birth control.” He said it like a statement, not a question, but I shook my head anyway.
His hands covered my breasts, and I could see the torn look in his eyes. As if he was battling his decision. Right now, I knew that I’d give in to anything he wanted. My brain seemed to shut off when he started touching me.
“Fuck,” he muttered, then picked me up and started toward the direction of the bed.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. When we reached the bed, he set me down on it, then quickly began shedding his clothing. Unable not to look at him, I soaked in every detail.
Was it fair for a man to be this perfect? To not only have a face that made a girl act stupid, but to also have a body that did the same?
When he was naked in front of me, I tried not to look at his erection. I knew the reminder of how big it was would only make me nervous. He bent down, taking the sides of my panties and ripped them, then tossed them aside. I moved back on the bed, but he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge again.
“I fucked you hard last night. You’re gonna be sore,” he said as he went down on his knees. “Let me kiss it first.”
I gasped as he pressed his mouth between my open thighs. His tongue shot out and flicked my swollen flesh several times.
“AH!” I cried out.
He was right. It was tender where he had stretched me, but it made the sensations stronger. My fingers threaded into his hair as I began to ride his mouth, lifting my hips.