Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
I stalk toward her, and she takes a shuddering breath. Her nipples are hard, pressed against her T-shirt. As soon as I close the distance between us, I reach for her and bring her body to mine. She fits perfectly, almost as if she was made for me.
I touch my hand to her chin and lift it so she’s looking at me. “Have you changed your mind?”
She blinks once and stares at me with wide eyes. “Not a chance.”
I lean down and seal my mouth over hers. It’s been too long since I’ve kissed her, and I plan on making up for it now.
No matter what I do, I can’t get close enough to her. I pick her up, and her legs go around my waist. She pulls back. “Kade, I’m too heavy.”
When she lifts her head, I lick her neck, and she moans. I smile against her skin. “No, you’re not. You’re perfect.”
I walk across the room and sit down on the bed with her in my lap. Her legs are straddling me, and I cup her ass, sliding her farther up my legs until she’s cradled against my cock. The restraint of my zipper is painful, but it’s something I’m willing to bear for now.
She pulls back and looks at me with her hands on my shoulders. “I want to see you. Take your shirt off.”
I give her a smirk. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
Insecurity flares in her eyes, but she surprises me by pulling her shoulders back and then reaching for the hem of her shirt. She pulls it up and off with one tug, and I look at her in her white bra. Her breasts fill the cups, and I reach for them, wanting to the feel their weight in my hands. Her back arches, and I reach around with one hand and unclasp her bra. I peel the material off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Her chest heaves, and I lean forward, wrapping my lips around her erect nipple. Her moan fills the room, and I smile against her skin, plopping off one breast and moving to the other. She squirms in my lap, and I put one arm around her back to hold her in place while the other hand massages her bare breast. Her voice is husky. “Your turn.”
I pull back and yank my shirt off, ready to go back to what I was doing, but she stops me when she puts both her hands on my chest and caresses me. Her touch is firm as she strokes across my shoulders, arms, chest, and stomach. When she’s close to my pants, she slows her pace as if deciding what to do and then puts her hand on the waistband of my shorts. She struggles with the button, and I reach for her waist, lifting her easily off me. She stands on shaky legs, and I get up, put my hands on her waist, and turn her so that we swap spots. With a gentleness I don’t feel, I push her so she’s sitting on the edge of the bed. I go to my knees on the floor between her legs. I lean up to kiss her lips, trail down her neck, across her breast, and then I lay her back as I trail kisses along her abdomen as I undo the buttons of her shorts.
Her hips flex, and she lifts up as I slide her shorts and panties down her legs. When she’s bare in front of me, I use my shoulders to hold her open and stare at her perfect cunt that is glistening with desire.
“Fuck, Megan,” I grunt.
My cock lengthens even more, and I unbutton my shorts, reach in, and pull my cock out. Breathing a sigh of relief, I reach for Megan, stroking one long finger through her wet folds. Her hips rise, and I smile. “You like that, baby? You like it when I touch you there?”
She moans her approval, and I push my finger into her, in and out, in and out, slowly. I bring her wetness to her swollen clit and stroke it back and forth. “You’re so fuckin’ wet. You liked it when I staked my claim, didn’t you? You would have liked it if I climbed that fence to get to you. Maybe bent you over the bleachers and took you right in front of that men that thought he had a chance with you. I don’t share, Megan. You’re mine now.”
With each word, the pressure of my finger on her nub intensifies, and she’s bucking her hips. She reaches down between us, grabbing on to my wrist, but I don’t let her pull away. I won’t until she comes for me. I lean forward and only move my hand so I can taste her. I flatten my tongue and swipe through her wet channel.