Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
But I’m falling way too hard and fast to think about talking right now.
His mouth is over mine, those hands firm on my body.
It’s like a dream come true kind of moment. For someone like me, it is anyway.
Sensing something, or maybe just wanting to make sure he parked the car, he stops long enough to ask me, “What is it?”
“Where are we going?” I ask, still not sure how to actually tell him.
Not exactly sure how today’s gone from the worst to the best moments of my life in just a few hours, but I’m still left feeling uncertain about it all.
“We’re not going anywhere until I fucking stake my claim on what’s mine,” he says fiercely, grinning like a maniac as his thick fingers hit my sweet spot right through my skirt, making me gasp loudly.
“Here?” I whisper, but it all fades to a whimper, and before I know it, I’m nodding yes for him to do whatever he wants.
I need it. Need him.
“Rocky?” I gasp, and he stops suddenly, bringing his eyes level to mine.
“Call me Rocco, will ya?” he says gruffly but then explains how much he hates the nickname.
“Rocco…,” I whisper back, feeling like I’m falling for him all over at the mention of his name.
“But I…I mean…,” I protest one last time.
But it’s useless.
Before I know it, he has the front seat laid back, and it’s clear he has one thing only on his mind as well as in his mouth.
Me.
CHAPTER TEN
Rocky
It all feels too easy. Just walking out of the Martinelli family mansion with Jasmine on my arm. Ordered to get her outta here and have nobody but myself know about it?
A guard for her door as well as me watching her, but now I just get to walk off into the night with her?
I’d be more suspicious if the order was from anyone else except my father.
But as I’ve said, the old man isn’t renowned for being stupid. And there’s always a reason for everything he does, no matter how strange.
A part of me smells a giant rat, but I remind myself about my original plans to escape with her anyway, so whether it’s a free ride for now or not doesn’t matter.
All I care about is getting her alone.
Getting a proper taste of that sweet pussy of hers on my lips so I can start living the good life.
With her, both of us. Just the two of us until we can make our own family.
I’ve kept my tongue to myself long enough by the time we hit the open road.
I haven’t said anything to her yet, but I’m bursting at the seams and turn off on a lone stretch of road.
There’s nothing here but wilderness for miles. But it’s right here, right now, that I feel safest.
I'm confident we’re not being followed, and only once I know we’re somewhere that nobody will just happen by, I can finally stake my claim on Jasmine.
Then take that claim, making her mine forever.
Feel her from the inside like I wanted to the second I spotted her.
Could I do better than the folded-down front seat of one of the hired hand’s cars?
Usually, I could do better, but right now. Tonight?
It’s about as close to heaven as I think I’ll get, and as the rain starts to patter on the car’s roof, I slide her out of her jeans, not minding the cramped interior because it means I have to be skin on skin with her the whole time.
“Rocco?” she murmurs dreamily, her fingers tracing my face as she struggles to tell me something.
“I know,” I assure her greedily, running my hand over her soaked sex before pushing her soft thighs wider.
I growl at the sight of her gleaming little slit. Quivering, ready as I struggle with my other hand to free my aching length.
“I’m gonna eat you until you come on my face,” I let her know, letting her have a sneak peek at the cock I plan on filling her with before I move into position.
Her legs and body instantly mold themselves around me and the interior of the car.
My mouth covers her sweet sex, silencing her thoughts but giving rise to moans and grunts that I can tell are gonna drown the rain coming down.
Fuck, she’s so beautiful.
I mean that, and I tell her in my own way.
A larger mouthful here or a little bite there.
I’ve never been very good with words, but I’m guessing I’ve found a more practical use for my tongue with Jasmine.
Instead of wagging it full of words, I can use it to show her just how much a guy like me likes a girl like her after all.
Something I can just tell is on her mind.
It’s not every day a younger girl like her just appears and sets off a chain reaction with men twice her age, I’m sure.