Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“You’re so shy, princess,” I whisper. “You’re untouched, aren’t you? Never had a man inside you before?”
“I…” Her lips tremble, and she shakes her head. “No.”
The desire already pulsing through me reaches new heights. I was right. I fucking knew it.
“But you came to my shop for a reason, Grace. Dressed like walking temptation. And you showed up here with that doofus guy for a reason too.”
“Oh, yeah?” she says softly. “What’s that?”
Without hesitation, I say, “So I could have you.”
I crush my mouth down onto hers, devouring her lips like I’m a starving man and she’s the only thing that can save me. And as I embrace her, I realize just how true that is. I haven’t had a woman for a long time, but not just any would do.
It had to be Grace. It had to be now.
Her body softens, and she melts into me. Her lips open, accepting my kiss. I press my tongue inside, and she grips the front of my shirt hard, moaning into my mouth like it’s the first time she’s ever been kissed.
And Christ, I bet it is. Not only has she never been claimed, but she’s never been kissed? I’m the luckiest man on earth.
The realization nearly knocks me over. My tongue sweeps against hers, hot and accepting, and I pull her closer, grinding my hard bulge against her soft belly, just above her little pussy mound. I just want to make her react. And boy oh boy, does she ever.
Her hips rock forward naturally. Yeah, I knew she wanted it.
I press my hand between her thighs and feel the wetness. She’s so turned on she’s soaked right through her panties and into the denim of her shorts.
“You’re so wet, princess,” I growl, my voice swollen with lust. “Soaked. All for me.”
She nods, breathes into my mouth. “I’ve–never felt like this before…”
I pop the buttons on her shorts and slip my hand underneath, pressing two fingers against the thin fabric covering her slit. Soaked cotton lace panties, thin, barely even there.
“Never had a man’s hand here before, have you?” I ask. She shakes her head. “Never been kissed before, have you?”
“I…” her voice trembles, as though she’s ashamed. “No.”
My chest swells. That’s right. You’re mine.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, baby,” I tell her. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll kiss you just like you like it, touch you just like you like, and I’ll make you come just right, princess.”
She whimpers and blushes so deep it makes my cock pulse.
I start to move my two fingers in slow, filthy little circles. I can feel her button just beneath her soaked panties, and her mouth falls open as I pleasure her. As I touch her like no man ever has.
“Oh my God, Nash…”
“That’s right, princess.” I smile. “I’m your god now.”
A whimper trembles from her lips, and I almost bust in my jeans. Her thighs are shaking, and her breath is coming in short, desperate gasps.
I move in, kiss her neck, her jaw, then move back to her lips, which are dripping with anticipation.
She grinds back against my hand like she doesn’t even know she’s doing it. Her innocence is a drug that I’m about to overdose on.
I can’t handle it any longer.
I drop to my knees in the dirt and pull her shorts down past her ankles, then force her thighs apart and stare up at heaven.
Pink, tiny, and dripping wet.
An involuntary growl rips up out of my chest, and I press my mouth to her slit. She screams, and I smirk as I drag my tongue up her valley and find her button. She yelps again, and I press my hand over her mouth.
“Hush, princess. We can’t have those punk kids down at the bonfire hearing just how good you taste.”
I go back down on her, and as I flatten my tongue on her sweet spot, she threads her fingers through my hair, helplessly rolling her hips against my mouth.
She’s lost.
And so am I.
I lick her like she’s the sweetest dessert imaginable. Her juices coat my tongue and lips as my tongue flicks and swirls against her jewel. I grab her ass with both hands to keep her still as she bucks and moans, gasping my name in a desperate whisper like it’s the only name she’s ever known.
Then her body tenses.
Her breath catches.
And she goes off.
She comes against my mouth, and I lap at her wetness, groaning like an unhinged primate. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen, and even with her face twisted up in orgasmic bliss, she’s a perfect ten.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and look down at her.
She’s panting hard as her legs give out from beneath her, but I catch her and lift her into my arms like she weighs nothing. There’s only one thing on my mind, and that’s: more.