As If I Wouldn’t Fall Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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Control yourself.

Focus on the issue at hand. Focus. For her.

“I told you I would fix your problem, didn’t I?” I ask hoarsely, tilting her chin up. “It’s going to take me a little time to find these brakes, okay? This is an old Volvo. But I will find them and make your mother’s car as good as new. I just need a few days.”

“But…won’t it cost you a ton of money?”

“You let me worry about that.”

Our mouths have gravitated closer to each other. I can taste the sweetness of her tongue and I’m not even kissing her. I can’t kiss her. I’ll lose control. I’ll give in to my urges and plow a baby right into this sweet angel. Even now, I’m sweating, dying of thirst, my cock rigid. One time is all it would take and she’d be carrying my kid. I’d have her. She’d be mine.

These illicit thoughts are causing my hands to move of their own accord, sliding up the outsides of her bare thighs. Stopping just short of lifting her skirt all the way to her hips, my fingers balling into tight, shaking fists.

“Oh,” she says, her eyebrows drawing together. “I see.”

“You see what?” I question her, raggedly.

“Sex,” she whispers, her face painting itself pink. “You want to have sex with me in exchange for fixing the car.”

I’ve never had the devil inside me sink his teeth in so deep.

Her assumption is incorrect, I would never ask for sex from this girl in exchange for a favor. Doing a favor for Ayla is the honor all by itself. But what if I was that depraved? Would she go through with it? Would she let me fuck her on the hood of this car?

I moan into her neck just picturing it. Her skirt up around her waist, those knee socks crossed on the small of my back, my cock burying itself over and over again in all that tight angel flesh. Releasing my come so deep that not a single drop could escape afterwards.

What if I just tested her intentions?

Would she fulfill my fantasies in order to repair this car?

You are a fucking scumbag.

You don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her.

Sick motherfucker. Get your head right.

“I’m not trading car parts for sex, Ayla,” I say, forcing my palms down flat on the hood. “And if a man ever asks for your body as payment, you come find me so I can kill him. I’ll bring you his fucking head on a platter.”

Her lips part as she struggles to play catch up. “You’re just going to do it…for nothing?”

“Not for nothing. For you.” God help me, her eyes turn a little dreamy and I’m back to wanting to hike up her skirt. See how fast I can make her moan. “I just need a few days, angel.”

She blinks rapidly, visibly shaking herself. “That’s fine. My father is out of town on business until next week—”

I clap a hand over her mouth. “Are you out of your mind telling me that?” I lean forward bringing us eye to eye. “Ayla, do you realize how goddamn beautiful you are? You can’t just go around telling men you’re going to be home alone.”

“Normally I wouldn’t,” she whispers, when I take my hand off her luscious mouth. “I’m not thinking straight.”

My groan comes from the pit of hell. “Why? Tell me.”

She shakes her head, her color deepening.

I gnash my teeth. “Ayla.”

“I’m not thinking clearly, b-because I can tell you want to kiss me.”

Spend overflows from the head of my cock and I slam my hips against the front of the car to cause myself pain in order to restrain myself. It doesn’t do a damn bit of good, though, and I continue to throb angrily against my zipper. I should back off right now. Go handle my erection with a vigorous fist while I think about ripping off those nude-colored, mesh panties with my teeth. She acknowledged my attraction to her out loud. We’re finally here and it’s almost too much to bear. “Yeah. I do want to kiss you. To start. Do you know how long I’ve wanted that?”

“Freshman year?” she whispers.

“That’s right.”

A little shiver passes through her, as if she’s caught off guard by my honesty. “Why don’t you ever…try?” Her brow quirks with curiosity. “Or ask me out on a date?”

Oh. My sweet, innocent girl. “It’s complicated, Ayla.”

She straightens her back. “I can keep up.”

Her tits are still bouncing after sitting up straighter so quickly and I watch them, salivating like the wolf in a fairy tale. She has no idea what she does to me. Every move, every wiggle, breath and flutter of her eyelashes is Armageddon. “I’ve never asked you out on a date because I don’t want to split a pizza and make small talk. That’s too ordinary for us.”



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