Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 184(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
“Mei.”
The zombie-like murmur of my name makes my heart hammer in my chest. It takes a second to realize it’s not from my dream. Owen isn’t dead and I’m at his house, not Dad’s.
The doorknob rattles again.
It’s soft, but insistent enough it has me flying out of bed to stop the noise. I unlock the door and am not surprised to see the massive form of a man standing before me. The nightlight in the hallway casts a yellow glow on the warm, sculpted curves of his muscles. He sways slightly.
Asleep.
Since I’ve missed him, and he’s been avoiding me, I take advantage of the vulnerable moment by wrapping my arms around him. He remains still as I hug him. A grunt escapes him which has me pulling away.
“Let’s get back to bed,” I murmur. “Come on.”
I take his hand and tug him toward his room. He’s resistant at first, but then relaxes, allowing me to guide him away. Once inside his room, he shuts the door behind us. Since he can deactivate an alarm while asleep, this isn’t an indicator that he’s a fully awake.
“Over here,” I whisper, grateful for the moonlight coming in through the window to allow me to see. “Time for sleep.”
I help him into bed, but the second I start to retreat, his hand seizes mine lightning quick.
“Stay.”
His single, gravelly word has my flesh tingling.
“Sleep, Owen.”
“I’m awake now.”
He tugs my hand, and this time, I go to him. His body is so much larger than mine. Even half asleep, he’s able to effortlessly manhandle me over his body and tuck me into his side. Relief floods through me at being so close to him. Greedily, I slide my palm up over his muscular chest and touch his soft chest hair between his pectorals. My leg slides between both of his, tangling with them. It feels good to be glued to his side.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
I let out a sad sigh. “I’m not.”
His fingers find my hip and he strokes me over my sleep shirt. “Not about what we did. About running. I’m a fucking failure.”
I frown and shake my head. “You’re not a failure. Is your life messy? Sure. But you’re still a great dad and…”
“And what?”
“And I think you’re amazing.”
In the dark, it’s easy to admit these things. He kisses my head. “I think you’re amazing too, angel.”
Angel?
I smile at his words. Unable to keep from touching him, I let my fingertips drift down his abs. I’m impressed with how perfect his body is, especially for his age. He lets out a hiss when my finger circles his bellybutton. Then, because I can’t stop myself, I boldly slip my hand down to his boxers and cup his throbbing cock over the material.
“Mei.”
Slowly, I rub at him, breathing heavily. “Does it feel good?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Want me to stop?”
He curses under his breath which I take to mean as a no. I hook the waistband of his boxers with my thumb and drag it down, freeing his massive cock. Without giving him a chance to rethink his decision, I bring my hand back to his dick, marveling over how my fingertips don’t even touch when encircling his thickness.
And I want this huge thing inside of me?
My core throbs with need. I’ve been thinking about it since the moment I laid eyes on him. Of course, then, I didn’t know how big he was. I can’t even wear tampons without a little pain at the stretch. This man will tear me in half.
I bite on my bottom lip to suppress a whimper. A wet spot of arousal forms in my panties at the thought of having sex with Owen. He grunts and groans as I fuck his cock with my hand.
It’s not enough.
I sit up and then begin inching my way down his body. His face is shadowed, but the moonlight highlights his cock. Pre-cum glistens at his tip. A smile tugs at my lips as I lower my face to have a taste of him.
“Mei.”
His choked groan of my name emboldens me. I run my tongue along his tip, marveling in the saltiness beaded there. Doesn’t taste bad by any means. Strange, but kind of nice. I gently suck on his tip like I used to do with my thumb when I was little, even making little needy whimpering sounds. His giant hand flies to my hair, tangling his thick fingers in my tresses. He twists slightly so that his grip is tight.
“Swallow me, angel.”
The thought of even getting half his cock in my mouth, much less swallowing it, is intimidating. But, since he’s letting go of his control, I go with it, eager for him to fully release himself to me. My lips slide over his shaft until the crown of his cock hits the back of my throat.