Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 203(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“That’s not bad.” She clears her throat. “Maybe I need to try a little more to be sure.”
Brat.
“What I have for you isn’t little baby.” I snarl, grabbing her by the ass and lifting, spinning her around and shoving her onto the little shelf that runs along the back wall, knocking someone’s Detroit Tiger’s cap onto the floor. I shove my body between her legs, the crinkling fabric rising above her knees as her calves’ drift around my waist hugging me. "That's it, little girl," I lean in and murmur against her lips. "Take what you need."
She's making these soft little sounds that are driving me crazy. I work my way down her throat, finding every sensitive spot while my hands map the curves hidden beneath the layers of fabric covering her. All the years of disinterest in touching a woman roll over me like a bulldozer. She’s got to be young enough to be my fucking daughter too. But, Jesus, there’s something about this girl that has me breaking down all the fences I’ve built around myself and inviting her in
"I have no idea know what I'm doing," she confesses, her fingers taking my hair by the root like she’s holding on for dear life.
"You know what to do, you just haven’t done it before." I catch her earlobe between my teeth, smiling when she yelps. "Your body knows exactly what it wants."
I slip my hand between her thighs, grabbing a handful of the dress with her heat underneath, and she arches against me with a broken moan. Even through the fabric, I know she’s fucking wet and I want to shove my face in her cunt and never come up for air.
"Please," she whispers and I finally understand why guys get hard from begging.
“Say please again.” I order, digging my fingers into the heat under the dress leaning back to get a better look at the way her tits are straining against the neckline of the dress.
“Pretty please,” she says, swallowing hard and I nearly blow when she mouths the words a second time silently.
Pretty. Please.
Fuck.
I shove the silk out of my way and get my hand where it belongs. She's soaked. The sound she makes when I touch her warm, damp little cunt comes down straight from heaven.
"Look at me," I command, and her eyes fly open, dark and dazed. "I want to see your face when you come."
“When I come? I’ve never—” She shakes her head, dark waves dancing on her cheeks. “I’ve never even come close.”
“Never? No one? Not even for yourself?” The idea creates a storm inside me.
This girl’s pleasure is going to belong to me. Her first, her last and the millions in between.
“I’m not like the other girls.” She says on a smirk.
“That’s for fucking sure.”
The tops of her tits jiggle as she laughs and I imagine shoving my dick between them then shooting my load right into that pretty little mouth.
She’s like a little bird daring to land on a bear’s claw. My claw.
“Hmm,” I rasp, my thumb tracing the seam of her wetness. She sucks in a breath, eyes locking on mine. All that wide, trusting brown focused on me. I can smell her innocence and it’s locking it’s claws around my heart.
“What?” she breathes, leaning into me, trusting my touch.
“Soft, wet,” I growl, voice rough. “Too soft. Gotta break you in a little.”
Her lips curve, challenging. “Is that a thing? Girls need to be broken in?”
Her honesty is an aphrodisiac. No games, she thinks it, she says it. “I don’t care about what other girls might need baby. I just care about this sweet, sloppy cunt that’s begging for its first time.”
I press, gently at first, feeling that tightness that makes my gut twist and my dick throb. A moan escapes her lips. Possessive heat surges through me. She's mine to discover.
“Baby likes that?” I ask, a low growl.
She nods, eyes fluttering closed. “Mm-hmm.”
I give her little opening more, to the second knuckle, stretching her. Jesus, this girl is fucking untouched. Tight as a god damn pin prick almost. She whimpers, the sounds turning fragile but a feralness is taking me over. I want to hear her scream. I want to feel her fucking break.
“Tight,” I murmur into her hair. “Perfect.”
I start to stroke, in and out. So small I’m easily working her swollen clit with my thumb as I press my middle finger into the most delicious warmth. Her muscles tighten around the intrusion, pulling on me, holding me.
I pull her closer, burying my face in the curve of her neck, inhaling her scent. My hand works, flexing, teasing, claiming. She’s shaking, fingers digging into my back.
“Tell me,” I demand, rough against her ear. “Tell me you like it.”
“I… I do,” she breathes, shaky.
“Louder. Say ‘I like it.’ Just like that.” I move my hand, palm over her windpipe, tightening my grip, something in me wants to fucking own this girl. I want all her firsts, all her attention, all her sounds.