Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24174 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Oh yes, oh please, oh gosh.
He sucks and sucks and sucks, and all I can do is clutch the back of the couch as he claims this secret part of me like he promised.
My nipples are now on fire, and a cry spills past my lips as he moves to claim my other tit and the whole tortuously perfect cycle begins anew.
Don't stop, please.
And he doesn't.
He just sucks and sucks and sucks, and the way he does it, oh gosh—-
It's just so violently, agonizingly perfect-—
That all I can do is moan the truth as I start to cum.
I love you.
The words tumble past my lips, and I can't seem to stop moaning them over and over and over.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
My orgasm feels endless, but the final tremors eventually fade, and that's when sanity slaps me in the face.
Have you lost your mind, self?
I try to scramble off his lap, but Rashad pulls me back down, and my throat tightens in fear.
"What did you say?" he asks hoarsely.
"Nothing."
"Don't lie."
"Just forget what I said," I cry out.
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Because I want to say it back."
I stare at him in shock. "D-Don't toy with me like this."
"I'm not."
My heart bangs against my chest, and I want to pinch myself just to make sure this isn't all a dream.
"Say it," Rashad urges. "Say it, Madeleine."
Fear makes me want to refuse him, but when I see the way he's looking at me, the words simply spill out—-
"I love you."
Rashad cups my face, and my heart feels like it's about to burst.
Is this truly happening, self?
"I love you, Madeleine."
A teary laugh escapes me, and then I feel like I'm about to pass out in sheer happiness when Rashad starts showering kisses all over my face.
He loves me! He loves me! He loves me!
I'm still on cloud nine when we finally walk out of the office, and it thrills me to no end that Rashad doesn't let go of my hand even when we're already back at our table. It's silly, I know, but I guess this means I have another thing to add under Top Adorable Things About Mr. Mine.
I'm still mentally pinching myself when dinner finally ends, and Rashad is asking my grandfather if he can take me out for a nightcap.
"I promise to have her back with you by midnight," Rashad says.
"Or you can just keep me all night," I counter mischievously.
"Maddy," my grandfather growls.
"Madeleine," my boyfriend (he is that now, isn't he?) groans at the same time.
But this only has me blinking innocently. "What?"
"Definitely by midnight," Rashad stresses when my grandfather looks like he's about to have an aneurysm.
"But—-"
Rashad glances at me, and the glint in his tiger-gold eyes has me biting back the rest of my words.
Oh, fine.
We do have the rest of our lives anyway, so if he wants to send me back by midnight, fine.
But as for the few hours that we have to ourselves—-
Chapter Nine
My little blonde troublemaker gets between my legs and sinks to her knees the moment we're within the private confines of my car. Her amber eyes are full of mischief as she meets my stunned gaze, and all I can do is suck my breath when she unbuckles my belt and slowly unzips my pants.
"I've been dreaming of your cock for so many nights, Mr. Mine."
God, she's calling me that again, and when I think of her dreaming of my cock—-
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I see her eyes widen in shock when she sees that her fingers aren't quite enough to handle my thickness, and a hoarse chuckle slips past my lips.
"Does it scare you?"
"A little."
I'm certain she's telling the truth, but the way she also licks her lips tells me she's just a bit excited as well.
"You have a lovely little mouth, Madeleine."
I reach down to trace her lips, and she trembles at my touch.
"Very, very lovely," I murmur, "and exquisitely small."
The last word makes her swallow hard, and my whole body turns hard with arousal at the sight.
"Have you ever tasted a man's cum before?"
She shakes her head vehemently. "Never."
"But would you want to?"
"I never used to like the idea of giving a man head," she whispers, "but now..."
She licks her lips again, and it's getting harder and harder to fight against the urge to drive my cock into her sweet little mouth.
"Just thinking about swallowing your cum makes me wet. I'm dying to have a taste of it..."
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
A groan escapes me, and I see her shudder at the sound of my groan.
The sight is humbling and terrifying, and it drives me mad when I think about how not once - not fucking once - has this beautiful girl tried to hide how much she wants me.
I want to ask my Madeleine what I've done to deserve someone like her, and I want to know so that I'll make sure to keep doing it. But just when I'm about to speak, I feel her slim fingers tighten around my cock—-