Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
With a growl, I covered her pussy with my mouth, plunging my tongue inside her. If I’d thought she was confused before, this time she fought me like the hellcat I’d called her. I had to really pay attention to her to determine how much was overstimulation versus any real objection. She thrashed beneath my touch, digging her heels into the mattress and pushing away. I looped my arms around her thighs to hold her still, but I needed to make sure she was OK.
“Talk to me, Iris. You scared?”
She looked at me with wild eyes, like she wasn’t sure where she was or what she was doing. “I -- what? Why’d you stop?” There was a bite to her question and a flash in her eyes. Making her talk to me seemed to ground her and let her body catch up with her mind. Or maybe it was the other way around. Her body responded wonderfully. I thought maybe her mind got scrambled, and her instinct was to get away. It made sense when she was trying to take on adult responsibilities at such a young age. Which made me all the more determined to make sure she enjoyed herself.
Then it hit me. “Uh, Iris.” I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten about this. She clawed at me, pushing my head away, then pulling me closer. “Iris!” Her eyes snapped open, her pupils dilated. She was a woman lost in her own pleasure, and I felt like a fucking idiot.
“What’s wrong? What’d I do?”
“Nothin’, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on me. I need to ask you a question. I need your full attention, and you have to be completely honest with me.” She stared at me blankly. Her eyes started to glisten with tears, and I felt doubly like shit. “Don’t do that, baby.” I brushed a finger at the corner of her eye and a tear slipped free. “I need to ask you a question, and I need you to be completely honest with me.” She nodded slightly. “You good? You back with me?”
“I was always with you.”
“No, baby. You were lost in pleasure. Right where I wanted you to be. But I can’t continue until I know when your birthday is.”
She blinked up at me. “What? You need to know this now?”
I scrubbed a hand over my face, still retaining my hold on her thighs. I could smell her arousal. Could still taste her sweet pussy. Could I really give this up after being so close to making her mine?
“Honey, tell me when your birthday is. It’s important.”
I could see the exact moment when she realized what I was talking about. Her eyes got wide and her lips parted. Florida’s consent laws said eighteen was legal. They also allowed for someone who was sixteen or seventeen to engage in sexual activities with someone no older than twenty-three. A so-called Romeo and Juliet law. At twenty-nine, I was way outside that law, which meant I’d already gone too far if she hadn’t turned eighteen.
“What’s today?” When I just looked at her, she got an impatient expression on her face and huffed out a breath. “I’ve been so worried about my sister I didn’t keep up with it!”
“It’s March seventeenth, honey.”
She sighed and smiled. “I turned eighteen three days ago. I’d offer my ID, but I’m naked, and it’s in my room.”
“Fuck.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I was so light-headed with relief I saw spots for several seconds as I rested my head on her belly.
“What? I’m legal!”
“You are, baby. You totally are.” I chuckled at my own relief. “Damned good thing too because I’m not entirely sure I could have stopped myself if you weren’t.”
“I’m not entirely sure I could have stopped myself from killing you if you did stop. Like you’ve already done.” Her tone was snippy. Her red cheeks told me she was embarrassed. Not sure if it was because of how much she wanted this -- and I knew she did -- or because she’d forgotten her own birthday. That I’d make up to her. Later.
“Well, I have no intention of fallin’ into an early grave.” I kissed her lower belly again before taking another swipe through her folds. She gasped but kept her gaze fixed on me. Yeah. I got it. I’d spooked her. Pulled her out of the moment one too many times.
“Fuck.” I kissed her belly again before crawling up her body and settling my weight between her thighs. I found her mouth with mine and kissed her for long moments. My cock was hard as fucking steel and weeping with the need to come. But I wasn’t coming anywhere but deep inside her.
This wasn’t going the way I intended this to go. It was my own fault for not securing all the information I needed before I fucking started. But, by God, I wasn’t stopping now. My dick found her entrance, and I eased the tip inside her before stopping. I didn’t push inside, just let the sensations wash over me.