Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27142 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Donovan pushes my shirt all the way up before he tugs at my bra. It doesn't take much for my breasts to spill out the top and his mouth to latch on to my nipple. I lace my fingers into his hair as he trails his mouth all along my breasts. He licks and sucks all the way across them, leaving not one inch untouched.
His hands pull at my jeans next, stripping me until I’m practically naked on the ground in front of him. All I can see is him as his big body shields anything that might be behind him.
“Take me out,” he orders.
I lean up, popping the button of his jeans as he lifts higher onto his knees, his cock springing free between us the second the zipper is down. Is he going to take me right here? Have I really made him snap that far? A thrill runs through me that I have that kind of power over him. Donovan is a man that’s always in control, but it seems like I test the edges of it.
There is something so animalistic and raw about the idea. There’s also something about Donovan that makes me want to please him. If he wants to fuck me here and claim me for all to know, then he can. I’m so turned on that I don’t care about anything right now but him and me in this moment.
Donovan falls forward. He uses one arm to brace himself as he looms over me and guides the head of his cock to my clit. A moan leaves me as he drags it back and forth across the sensitive bud, and I raise my hips to move in time with him. The only point of contact we have is his cock between my lower lips, and just the thought has me close to an orgasm.
“Going to mark you,” he says through clenched teeth.
“Please,” I beg.
His cock slips down the entrance of my sex, and the head easily slides inside of me with how wet I am. My body responds to the invasion by clamping around the head of his cock, holding him in place. His thrusts are shallow and barely going in and out as he brings his thumb to my clit. When he presses firmly against it, I go off, crying out his name. My sex clenches around his tip over and over, and he groans loudly. I feel the warmth of his release spill inside of me, and I raise my hips for more.
As if he can’t stand it, he jerks his cock out and splashes more of his cum all over my sex and across my stomach. Without a thought, I bring my fingers to his cock to milk out every last drop as I rub him into my skin. I want the smell of him all over me, the feel of his claim on my skin. Another loud groan comes from him, and more cum leaks out.
“My sunshine,” he whispers into the darkness.
Maybe I should be afraid, but that’s the last thing I feel when I’m with Donovan.
Chapter Ten
Donovan
“You know you don’t have to leave, right?” I tell Gracie as I pull her in for another kiss.
“I have to finish my route, but I already promised I’d be back right after.”
It’s been three days since the corn maze, and I’ve spent every second obsessing over Gracie. Especially when she leaves me. I understand that she still lives at home with her dad and she wants to be responsible, but I can’t help but be selfish.
“Stay with me tonight,” I beg, burying my face in her neck.
“Oh god, right there,” she moans as I move my hand under her uniform to pinch her nipples.
“Stay the night with me and let me have you in my bed.”
“Donovan.” She pushes her breast into my hand, and I pinch it again before I reach my other hand into her shorts.
“Sunshine, you’re going to make a mess of your uniform being this wet.” She whimpers against my mouth as I rub her pussy. “You should take them off and let me clean you up.”
Just as she opens her mouth, the walkie-talkie on her hip goes off and sends a spike of frustration right to my dick. The alert is from the main office, and it will keep going until she answers.
“Gracie here,” she chirps, then she takes a deep breath and tries to get herself under control.
“Hey Gracie, how long before you’re back?” someone says on the other end. “You’re running twenty minutes late. Is everything okay?”
She watches me as I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
“Uhhh.” Her eyes are hooded, and I grin as I take a step closer.
“Gracie, do you need us to send a truck out for you?”
“No!” she barks and straightens up. “I’m on my way.” She clips the walkie-talkie to her belt and pulls me out the door with her. “Come tell me goodbye. I’ve got to run.”