Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” she cried, turning away. “It’s so stupid for me to cry right now. I hate when I get all emotional like this.”
“Hey, no. It is fine. Look at me.” I collected her face in my hands before she could try and make her way to the far end of the sofa. “I do not think it is stupid. You are human. You can cry whenever you want to.”
“I shouldn’t even be crying.” She sniffled. “Like, seriously? Crying because a guy chooses to read with me?”
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked, a little hesitant and confused. “Is there something else you want me to do? Do you want to be left alone while you read or—”
“No—I like that you’re in here.” She grabbed one of my hands, pulling it from her face to squeeze it. “I just . . . I guess I feel silly, because most guys would try and initiate sex or something. But you don’t . . . and you haven’t. At least not yet. You’re just so patient and calm and accommodating. I’m not even your girl or whatever, and you spoil me. You don’t realize it, but you do. No guy has ever taken me to a bookstore and let me get whatever I wanted. No guy has ever been this patient with me. It’s all so simple, the things you do, yet they mean everything to me.”
“Oh. I see.” I remained quiet as she wiped her tears away with her free hand. “But these things, Octavia . . . they are the bare minimum. You do realize that, right?”
She seemed a little confused.
“A real man is supposed to be patient with you,” I explained. “They should be calm with you, so that you feel calm too. A man should always want to accommodate you, and if he can manage it, he should spoil you every single day. He should want you to feel safe at all times.”
“But most I’ve dealt with only do nice things when they want something out of it.” She paused and pursed her lips. “Maybe that’s just my trauma speaking. But regardless, I don’t get that vibe from you. I feel like you actually . . . want to be around me. And I have to admit, this is a very new experience for me, so I guess . . . well, I guess I just don’t know how to handle it.”
“Well, you are right. I do want you. But, hey, what did we say? No expectations. Okay?” I wiped her falling tears away. “Do not worry about handling it. Let’s focus on being here, in this moment. Let’s just chill out and let it be.”
She hiccuped a laugh. “It’s so annoying when you use my words against me.”
I laughed, too, then brought my lips to hers, giving her a slow, deep kiss. She sighed behind it, then climbed onto my lap, settling her body against mine. I lowered my hands, skimming them down her back and along the curve of her ass.
“You deserve good things,” I whispered on her lips.
“Tell me again,” she pleaded before diving in for another kiss.
“You deserve good things, amor. You deserve everything.”
She moaned. “It’ll take some time for me to embrace that.”
I cupped the back of her head, tangling my fingers in the locs at the nape of her neck and consuming her. Giving her everything.
I was not sure how we managed to get our clothes off, but it happened, and neither of us dared to slow down. When she was only in her bra and I was in my boxers, she knelt on the floor to get between my thighs. Her fingers wrapped around the waistband of my boxers, and she tugged downward.
“Octavia,” I breathed in warning. “Are you sure?” I did not want her to think she had to please me just because I had said all that. I was not looking for a reward of any kind.
“Yes. You deserve this.” She looked up at me beneath her lashes, still trying to pull my boxers down. I tilted my hips, and she didn’t stop until my boxers had been tossed aside. Then she wrapped one soft hand around the base of my dick while the other cupped my balls.
I cursed under my breath as she lifted herself higher on her knees. When she took me into her hot mouth, the back of my head tipped backward and a deep groan escaped me.
She slurped and sucked, pumping my dick and massaging my balls. I picked my head up to watch her. Her eyes were already on me. It was like she was making love to me with those eyes, all while having me deep down her throat.
I clutched a handful of her locs, drowning in pleasure as she dropped her head and took me deeper, gagging just a little, before coming back up for air.