Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98121 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Fuck. Me.
I shove my hands into my pockets because fuck knows what I’ll do with them if I don’t. My cock, like the cock of a fucking teenage boy at his first sighting of a pair of tits, is getting stiff. And when her fingertips skate over my chest, my dick stands fully at attention, as if giving me the signal that he’s all in.
“What the hell are you doing, Amal?” I ask more harshly than I intend.
“Make love to me, Jet.” She rises on tiptoe and brings her face to mine, inhaling, brushing her lips over mine. “I see how you look at me. And I feel you. You want to.” At this she slides one hand down between us and, more boldly than I’d expect, wraps her hand around my shaft. “You really want to. And I want to. So, I’m telling you to make love to me.”
After a long, long moment of me telling myself one of us has to be responsible here and it looks like it’ll have to be me, I draw a hand from my pocket to brush a lock of hair behind her ear before cupping her face, tilting it back so I can really look at her. “Be careful, sweetheart. You don’t want this.”
“I don’t want to be careful. Make love to me, Jet.”
“I’m going to say that’s the whiskey talking.”
The seductive look of her eyes turns to something else. A blush creeps into her cheeks. She’s embarrassed. She drops back onto flat feet.
“I can hold my liquor.”
“Clearly not.”
“You know what? Never mind. I’ll find someone else.”
She tries to walk away from me, but I block her way. Taking hold of her wrists I draw her hands behind her.
“You’ll find someone else?” My voice comes out darker than I intend. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“None of your business. Just never mind.”
“Never mind? You’re lucky I’m me and not some other asshole who wouldn’t never mind after you strip naked, proposition him and grab his dick. This is a dangerous game to play, Amal.”
“Maybe I like dangerous games. Make love to me. Or can’t you?” She narrows her eyes, taunting.
“You like playing dangerous games?” I ask, walking her backward, our bodies touching, my cock a rod against her stomach, her nipples scraping my shirt. I press her back to the glass and raise her arms pinning her wrists over her head. I take my time looking at her, making a point of it, taking in her pretty face, noting the shallowness of her breathing. Her small, pert breasts. Her flat stomach. The slit of her sex that I want very badly to lick.
When I return my gaze to hers, I see how her pupils have dilated and the way those big eyes are looking at me, the way she sucks her lower lip between her teeth.
Leaning closer, I bend my head and bring my face to hers. I inhale her scent as I brush my chin over her jaw before closing my mouth over the wildly beating pulse of her neck.
Her breath is audible, and she tugs at her wrists.
I shift her wrists into one of my hands and let the knuckles of the other brush over a tight nipple.
She gasps.
I bring my mouth to hers and although I know I shouldn’t, although I know this is not what she needs, I kiss her. I fucking kiss her.
I take my time tasting her inexperience, her innocence, her desire. She opens for me like a perfect little flower and my fingers dig into her jaw, the kiss bruising.
When I draw back, she gasps for breath, eyes full of surprise at the broken kiss.
“Oh, it’s not that I can’t, sweetheart. It’s more that I don’t make love,” I whisper against her lips because I, too, am out of breath. I drag my mouth to her ear. “I fuck,” I breathe the words more than say them and her entire body shudders. I pinch that nipple relishing her whimper, drawing back just enough so she can see me and I can see her. “And the way I fuck? I would break a little virgin like you.”
Her cheeks burn a furious red which I guess is a mix of embarrassment and rage. It’s cute. She tries to pull free, but I don’t let her. “What makes you think I’m a virgin?”
I should let her go. She is so far out of her league she doesn’t even know which sport she’s playing.
“Aren’t you?” I ask, dragging her wrists down as I lower to a crouch, letting my permanent five o’clock shadow tickle her pristine flesh, leaving it pink in its wake as she watches me bring my nose to her pussy.
“What the hell are you doing?” she cries out, struggling against my grip.
I draw a deep breath in and fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. I straighten to stand. “Just confirming what I thought.”