Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Laurie shakes her head. "Oh, Mister. No, it wasn't."
I laugh, sitting on the bed next to her, before I can second-guess myself. "I should have known you were an elitist.”
She's still laughing, and before I know it, so am I. But then the laughter fades, and the air shifts. I turn my head to find Laurie already looking at me, her blue eyes soft and searching. The space between us feels electric, charged with something neither of us is willing to name. Her lips are parted just slightly, and I swear I can feel the pull of them, like gravity.
Then she's moving, leaning in, scooting closer until our legs touch. This is it. I’m sure of it. She’s going to kiss me—
But just as I start to close the distance, she pulls away abruptly, breaking the spell.
“Whew!” Laurie says, scooting away from me and running a hand through her hair. “That was…fun.”
For a second, I consider just letting her go. It's what I should do. It's the only decision I can make that will keep the distance between us. But again, Laurie and the lack of self-control I have when I'm around her make me a fool.
As she goes to stand, I grab her wrist. "Wait."
Her eyes go wide, and I almost laugh out loud. She's been pushing herself into my space for days, and now that I'm finally giving in, she's about to chicken out. My Laurie talks a big game, but freezes when she wins.
But that's okay. I can be bold enough for both of us.
"What?"
In one smooth motion, I pull her down and into my lap.
She gasps, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders for balance. She's frozen, wide-eyed, and surprised. I wonder what she's thinking, if she's considering pulling away, or if she's going to finally give in to what we both want.
"Adam—"
"Tell me you haven't been trying to get a reaction out of me for days. Come on, Laurie, tell me you haven't been waiting for me to break."
I watch as she swallows. "I, well ... yeah, I was, but..."
She's still not pulling away, she's still sitting in my lap, her hands warm and solid against my shoulders. "But what, Laurie?"
Her hands tighten against me. "I guess I didn't plan past this point, and now I don't know what to do."
It's hard to keep hold of my sanity with Laurie so close, but I manage. "Well, let's see. We could just sit here." I thrust up until she could feel my erection. "Or we could do something else."
She sucks in a breath, her nails digging into my skin through my shirt. "Like what?"
"Do you trust me?"
She meets my gaze, and I see the truth there. "Yes."
I'm already pushing my luck, but I can't help myself. I lean forward, bringing my lips to her ear and nipping at her earlobe. Laurie gasps, her hips shifting against mine. "Let me show you what you've been missing."
I hold my breath, waiting for her answer. Waiting for her to run again. But she doesn't.
She nods.
Then I'm kissing her, pouring all of the want and furious need I've been feeling into it. Laurie groans into my mouth, her hands going under my shirt and stroking over my bare chest. Her touch is like fire, and I want to burn.
I've never wanted anything or anyone this badly in my life. But even now, even with Laurie in my lap and her tongue in my mouth, I'm wary. Because no matter how good she feels, I can't risk fucking this up.
The decision to make her come and then give her time to think is easy. I've been stroking my cock to the memory of eating her pussy for a year now, and I want to show her that I'm more than willing to put in the work.
I flip our positions, letting her sit on the edge of the bed while I go to my knees on the carpeted floor. She's breathing hard, eyes glassy as she looks down at me. "What are you doing?"
I tug at her shorts, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. "I'm going to make you come," I say simply.
"But what about you?" she protests, but happily lifts her hips for me to pull her panties off, throwing them aside with her shorts.
A thought is pounding in my head, a word I'm dying to hear from her lips, but it might be too much, too fast. "All I want is to make you feel good, baby.”
Laurie threads her fingers through my hair and holds me back from my prize between her legs. "You're holding back. What is it?"
I lick my lips, knowing I'm about to make a stupid mistake, but we've gotten this far. If Laurie wants me, it's got to be all of me. "I want something from you, Laurie, but it's not just to fuck you. Which, believe me, I really want to fuck you. But when we're like this" —I rest my hands on her knees, moving them slowly upwards— "I want you to call me Daddy."