Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73191 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Fuck what he has to say to me—I couldn’t care less right now.
Our bodies want exactly the same thing. At least one of us has to admit it.
His hands grip my hips, and I feel his fingertips digging in as if he’s trying to restrain himself, but that’s the last thing I want him to do, so I start grinding. I never said I was a good girl. I want him to do bad, bad things to me, and I’m desperate for him to do them right now.
I haven’t been with anyone since him.
I love that I can kiss him as easily as it is to breathe air. Our lips haven’t broken apart, my hips are moving with more urgency than ever before, and I’m sure his fingers are about to leave marks on my skin.
I move my hands from his face, moving them down until I hit his chest, and then I drag my nails down until they reach the waistband of his boxers. He tries to break the kiss. I guess I can tell he wants to say something, but as he moves his lips, I just follow them with my own. He huffs and grabs my face, kissing me with so much fucking hunger that I’m sure my lips are going to be bruised after this.
His tongue slides into my mouth, and it dances with mine. With the distraction of the kiss, I manage to pull down the waistband of his boxers. All I have on is a nightgown and a thin pair of cotton panties. As soon as I free him, I wrap one hand around his shaft and start stroking. He swears against my mouth and breaks the kiss. When he pulls back, those dark eyes lock on mine, and I see the heat, the danger that lurks behind them. But it does nothing to stop me. I’d gladly dance with any of his devils, and when I’m done, I’ll sit on their faces so they can tell me what a good girl I am.
“You don’t know what you’re doing.” He groans. But as he says it, his lips touch mine again. “I tried to be good, to do the right thing—”
“Fuck the right thing. Fuck me already, Milo.” I see a spark in his eyes as my words register, and he tries to shake his head again, but I just tighten my hand around his cock, which makes him hiss. Before I know it, he has the blankets off both of us, and then, in one swift movement, his arm wraps around my lower back, and he flips me so I’m under him with my legs wrapped around his waist. I giggle at the action, and a sinful, sexy smirk appears on his lips at the sound.
He reaches for my nightgown and slides it all the way up my body, ever so slowly, taking his time, eyeing each and every piece of me until my tits are exposed. He leans down and places gentle kisses on them before I pull the nightgown off over my head. I try to move my hips upward to reach him, but he merely holds me down with one hand on my lower abdomen and tsks at me.
“Are you sure?” he asks, just before he leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth. I nod like a madwoman in answer. “I don’t have a condom, but I’m clean,” he says. “Last time I was with someone…” When he pauses, I stiffen, waiting for him to finish. “It was you.” I relax and beam at him.
“I’m on the pill.” He nods, licking his lips before his gaze tracks down to where his hand is on my stomach, just above my panties.
“Well, these will have to go.” He pulls the waistband over my hip and releases it, letting it snap back against my skin. “I think I’ll keep them, though. You soaked them.” His eyes find mind as he drops his head to my panties and bites the side with his teeth. He crawls down my body, taking my trapped panties as he goes.
I lift my leg and let him slip them off, and then he stands and removes his boxers.
And he’s naked in front of me.
In all his beautiful fucking glory.
“Are you sure?” he asks again.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He steps back and takes a seat on my pink sofa in the corner of the room. I’m sure my expression shows my confusion.
As he sits there, staring at me, he fists his cock and starts stroking it up and down. He licks his lips before he says, “Stand up.” I do as he says, then take a step toward him, but he holds up a hand and says, “I didn’t say you could move. I said stand up.” I halt my movements and wait to see what comes next. “Hands and knees, now.” I follow his order. When I’m in position, I see him grip his cock a little tighter, and then he throws my panties at me. They drop in front of me, and he nods to them. “Now pick them up with your teeth and bring them to me.”