Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“Whoa.” I say looking around amazed. He explains the house setup to me while I look around at everything. His suite is amazing. He has a section of the sitting room that is like a library. On the shelves are books about mechanics, custom cars, and tattooing.
He has non-fiction books on the history of marking the body, information about every religion you could think of and Psychology books.
He leans on the wall watching me, his arms crossed as are his ankles. “This is amazing, Alex. You have your own world within a world. So much freedom.” I mumble that last part wondering what it would feel like to also have more control over my life.
“I am glad you like it. You are going to be spending time here, baby. You should love it.”
"I know I keep asking this question but I have to ask again. Why me? You obviously have seen a lot and have so much more experience than I do. I don’t see how we fit.”
He walks up to me and traps me against the wall, his arms on either side of my head. When he leans closer to my face, I find myself leaning up to meet him, desperate for the contact between us that takes the doubt away. “You are my missing rib, Pequeña.” he says it so matter of factly that I am rendered speechless.
Why did he have to say that? My eyes are welling up and my heart's in overdrive. But the rest of me is responding as well. There is a tingle forming in my stomach, an artery running to my nub. The tingle is prominent and is settling in my lower belly, radiating like electricity that has struck a power line. It is making me squishy.
“My father says that fornication sends you straight to hell.” I tell him. I have no comeback for the rib comment besides this and given all the books he has on religion; I want to hear his take on it.
“What do you think?” He asks.
“I don’t know. What about you?” he leans into my neck and inhales. His nose brushes against my skin and I whimper, legs squeezing tight trying to stop the downpour.
“I believe that the sin is in giving yourself to one not worthy of your gift, Pequeña. I don’t think God intended for us to give ourselves to just anyone. To spread our seeds amongst the wind is a disservice to the reason he died. With that said Pequeña, when we find our soulmates, I believe none of the restrictions apply.” Well shit girl. Sounds like a man of God to me. Now spread those legs for him. She is a regular comedian now.
“I-I never thought of it like that.” I really haven't. I have spent so many years with my father telling us fornication is a sin. Sex before marriage is a ticket to damnation. I never took the time to consider what it means if you find your love early.
“Would you like to go home right now?” he asks the question and steps back from me, leaving me cold and bereft. I feel the panic building at the thought that he is changing his mind.
“No,” I say, walking closer to him, seeking the warmth and heat we generate with one another. He stops moving and wraps his hand around my waist. His grip is digging into my side; the bite of pain is welcome and necessary to keep me from fleeing from all the emotions and feelings.
“Do you want my mouth on your delicious pussy, Pequeña?” Lord help me, I can't resist him.
“Yes, Alex.” Oh god, I am going to pass out. That is what it means when your heart beats like a junkie on speed.
“So proud of you, baby. Good girls don’t ask for their pussy to be licked, do they?” Nope. But bad girls do. Bo-ya. Oh brother.
CHAPTER 15
She looks like she belongs in my room, and it is because she fucking does. I am standing in front of her, barely breathing. I am trying to hold in the adulation that is overtaking me. “You want my tongue, don't you, Pequeña?” I cannot explain the need I have to hear filthy things fall from her mouth. I need her to say what she wants, so I know she is with me all the way.
“Yes.” She answers. I see her throat move as she swallows down her whimper. Not good enough. I need her to be out of her mind, not capable of holding back.
“Tell me you want me to stretch your tight virgin cunt, baby. Tell me you want me to get you ready with my mouth and my fingers. Tell me you want this sloppy pussy to drench my face before I make you mine in every way.”
“I-I want it so much, Alex, but I don’t know if I can say it.” My sweet girl.