Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 513(@200wpm)___ 410(@250wpm)___ 342(@300wpm)
“Nothing, but I’m not okay with people using you to beat their cock when they go home.” He shakes his head and licks his lips. He takes a step toward me, reaching out and pulling me to him. “We are going to be keeping those fucking shoes on later while I fuck you.”
“Promises, promises,” I grumble when I’m flush with him. With my heels, I don’t have to move my head back to see him. I put my hands on his chest as I smell the musk of his cologne. His hands go to my ass and pull me even closer to him, feeling his hard cock on my stomach. “Is that something in your pocket or are you happy to see me?” I kiss his jaw before I nip it.
“We have to go, or else I’m going to forget about everything I said I was going to do and fuck you right here on the dusty fucking floor.” He moves away from me, grabbing my hand and literally dragging me out of the house with me laughing the whole way.
He locks the door before turning and making his way down the steps, his hand still gripping mine. He opens the door of the truck, and when I’m about to take a step to get into the cab, he turns me and pins me against the side of the truck. I gasp out in shock, giving him enough time to cup my face with one hand, cup one ass cheek with the other, and slide his tongue into my mouth. The kiss isn’t soft, it’s hard and full of passion. We attack each other, our heads going side to side as we try to take the kiss even deeper than we are. This whole week leading up to this moment has been the longest week of my life. I felt like every single time he touched me, I would explode. It would be soft touches while we cooked together or even when we would make out in my bed, which we did a lot of. He kept it to the point that I wanted so much more, but he teetered on the edge, and I was fucking done with it.
“Let’s get this date on the road,” he urges when he lets go of my mouth, and I have trouble opening my eyes.
“Let’s get that cock out of those pants and into me.” I brazenly turn, cup his cock through his pants, and rub it up and down. It’s the first time I’ve ever touched it and it’s as big as I thought it was. “Shall we?” I wink as I grip the handle of the passenger side door before getting into the cab. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m going to remember that later”—he sounds like he’s growling—“after you beg me to let you come, and I deny you.” He slams the door, and I watch him walk around the front of the truck and get in. “Ready?”
“Are you ready?” I ask, putting on my seat belt.
“Baby, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this day my whole fucking life,” he declares, looking into my eyes. I wish I had a snarky comeback, but I don’t. I have nothing except the pounding of my heart filling my ears.
I swallow when he pulls away from my house. “So where are you taking me?”
“I’ll tell you where I’m not taking you,” he states, turning when he gets to the end of the street, “and that is somewhere is where people can’t see what’s mine and only mine.”
“Caleb.” I shake my head, trying to laugh off his comment, but nothing comes out, except for the heaviness of my breath.
I look out the window at the trees going by. “In case I forget to tell you later”—I turn to him—“you know, because I’m going to be busy getting into your pants…” I laugh nervously. “This is the best first date I’ve ever been on.”
He pulls to a stop. “There is more of that to come, baby.” He puts the truck in park, and I’m so mesmerized by his gaze, I can’t look away. “The way you feel right now, I’m going to make you feel it all the time.” I nod, not sure my words would come out without my voice quivering.
He gets out of the truck, and I look out my window at a house. My eyes go big as I open my own door, and I’m about to step down when he’s there to hold my hand while I do it. Nothing would ruin this date like me falling flat on my face. “I know I said I would take you on a date. And this is a date. But I wanted it to be intimate and, let’s face it, no matter where we went, someone we know would be there, and I wanted it to be just about you tonight.”