Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
While she's still coming down from it, I help her to her knees again.
"Suck now," I order. "Suck it out of me."
She gets to work, and even though she's clumsy as fuck it's the best blowjob I've gotten in my life. There's something about her determination and her pure desperation.
I can feel myself getting there and right before I spurt in her mouth, I pull out and splatter her face with my load. She gasps then giggles, thick ropes of cum covering her pretty face and her long lashes. She blinks through them, looking up at me with pure adoration. Something breaks inside me for this innocent, sweet girl who's just given me so much.
"Fuck," I mutter, milking my cock for the last few drops of my seed. "Fuck, trouble."
She dips her fingers in the mess I've left on her face and licks them as if she can't wait to get a taste. It's almost enough to get me fucking going again.
I help her to her feet and she freezes against me, but soon her body melts into my embrace. I can taste myself on her lips and it makes my cock jump to attention yet again. I kiss her not like it's the first time, but like I fucking own her, and lick my lips when I finally pull back.
Willa can't wipe the smile off her face as she says, "You lost..."
"Worth it," I smirk. "When can I see you again?"
"Soon," she says, adjusting her dress. "But I have to go now."
"Why?"
"Because." She licks her lips and touches her fingers self-consciously to her face. "I really shouldn't be out this late. I can come again next week?"
"No," I growl in response. "It's only Monday. I want it again this week. Twice, if you have time. And don't see anyone else in that time."
She laughs, shaking her head. "You're already addicted."
I don't respond, but I fucking know she's right.
Chapter 5
Willa
It's almost early morning by the time I get back home. Raphael paid for my Uber but I make the driver let me out a street away from home, already knowing I'll be in trouble if Dove and Nox realize I snuck out last night.
Life at home is idyllic for my adoptive parents and their biological children, but not for me. I frequently feel out of place, like I don't belong in their happy family. They've done nothing to make me feel that way and yet every time I see Dove and Nox with their children, it's like a knife straight to the heart. I can't help feeling not good enough when I'm around them. After all, I'm not their blood – I'm just some charity project they took in, and nothing ties me to them except Nox's guilty conscience for letting me down when I was a kid.
I crack the front door and peek inside the house. Everything's quiet and it seems everybody is asleep as I sneak inside and pause in front of the stairs to make sure nobody heard me. But then a light clicks on, and I instantly know I've been found out.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
I turn to face Nox who's standing in the front hall, glaring at me. "Nothing."
"What the fuck are you wearing? Where the hell were you, Willa?" he demands, but I don't answer, just stare back with a determined expression. He won't get the truth out of me, not because I want to make trouble, but because despite everything, I still don't want to hurt the man who took me off the streets and saved me. "You're lucky I'm the only one who realized you went missing in the middle of the night, kid. If Dove found out, there would be even worse consequences."
"Consequences?" My brows shoot up and I regard him with dissatisfaction. "There can't be consequences, Nox. I'm eighteen now, you can't control me any longer."
"That's what you think." His eyes narrow. "As long as you're living under my roof, you'll follow my rules."
I let out a forced laugh, "Great. Did you get that in a parenting book? Either way, it's not going to work on me. You and me both know you won't tell Dove because you don't want to worry her."
"You think I can't handle this myself?" he asks, his knuckles whitening as he clenches his hands into fists. "I'll punish you accordingly, Willa. You're grounded."
"You can't ground me," I hiss. "I'm too old for that shit, and I'm not going to listen to you anymore."
Something changes in his expression then, just as a light clicks on in the hallway above us and Dove calls out, "Nox, everything okay?"
"Yes, little bird," he replies stiffly, not mentioning me despite the intense staring contest we're currently having. I place my finger on my lips to tell him not to blow my cover. "Just getting a glass of water,” Nox yells up the stairs.