Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 290(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“All right.” He pulls the zipper down on my boot before grabbing the heel and slipping it off me. Cash reaches for the other boot, lifting my leg higher this time and revealing even more of my panties.
“You staring at my panties, Cash?”
“Yes.” He removes the second boot but keeps his hold on my ankle so my leg remains up. I prop myself up on my elbows, watching him. I can’t miss the hungry expression on his face.
“You ever wonder what’s under them?” His grip on my ankle tightens. “I could show you. Give you a little peek if you’re interested.”
“Kindred,” Cash warns, but I’m eating up the way he’s looking at me and trying to take full advantage of it.
“What? You don’t want to see? Maybe have a little taste.” I know it’s the alcohol that’s making me more straightforward when it comes to this.
“We can’t.” His breathing grows heavy, that broad chest of his rising and falling with each breath. “You’ve been drinking.”
“So?”
He closes his eyes. “We can’t,” he repeats, and this time his words come out strangled.
“Well, damn.” I tug my foot back, but he doesn’t let go. His eyes snap back open, Cash’s face turning hard.
“But you can tell me.”
“What?”
“Tell me what your pussy looks like, Kindred.” Oh shit. Now that the shoe’s on the other foot, a rush of shyness hits me as Cash turns the tables on me. “I know it will taste damn sweet, but what I don’t know is how pink it is. Do you shave it bare?” His thumb strokes my ankle. “How tight it is.”
“Cash,” I whisper his name.
“Bet it would strangle my cock, wouldn’t it? You’re so small compared to me. It would be a fight to get inside you. Would you let me try, Cupcake?” He steps forward, placing my bare foot against his chest. “Is it wet?” Cash licks his lips, his husky words rumbling through my body. “You’re not going to tell me? You want me to order you to do it?”
“Oh my God.” He obviously has a very high reading comprehension because this man could have written a scene from one of those naughty books.
My fingers dig into the comforter. Can a person orgasm from words? I try to push my thighs together for the pressure, my clit throbbing, but Cash doesn’t let me. “Cash.” My hips slightly lift. “Please.”
“I tried to do the right thing,” I hear him mutter. I shake my head wildly back and forth.
“Don’t do the right thing. It’s wet and needy.” I shut my eyes tightly. “Do something.” My whole body is on fire, and I need relief. He won’t let me try and close my legs to find it. I know I’m a hair trigger away.
He drops my legs, and I cry out in protest. It’s short-lived. Cash’s hands go to my hips, jerking me to the side of the bed as he drops to his knees, burying his face between my thighs.
His mouth covers my sex over the panties. His tongue pushes firmly, licking and stroking me over my clit. That’s all I need. The strong orgasm hits, rushing through me in a burst of pleasure more powerful than anything I have ever felt in my life.
I moan out Cash’s name, elated he didn’t do the right thing for once.
Chapter Thirteen
CASH
She's avoiding me. Kindred was quiet as I drove her back home this morning. It was very much a first for her, but I'm getting better at reading her. Her adorable ass was wearing my shirt and boxers as she sat in the passenger seat wiggling, unable to sit still, her cheeks flushed.
I debated following her into the house and getting my mouth on her again, but I wanted to let her wrap her mind and body around what happened. Let it really sink in—all the things I would gladly do to her body anytime she asked—but I'm starting to see that asking might not be what she wants. Based on the way she lit up when I ordered her to tell me what she wanted seemed to be exactly what she craved.
I want her sober and on the edge. That edge that makes dirty things pour past her plump lips and those pleas for more coming as easily as she had for me. It won't be easy for me to let it build inside of her. My instincts are to soothe her, but I know this is what she wants. She may not even realize it yet, but I’ll do what I think is best or will bring my girl the most pleasure.
I thought it was hell keeping myself in check before, but now I know how she tastes and the sounds she makes as she comes. I need more, but my girl gave me a wealth of knowledge on the things she desires, and I ate it up. The same as I plan to do with her pussy again. Only this time no silky white material between her pussy and my tongue.