Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“Good thing they didn’t hear the thud of my body hitting the floor.” I grab her and pull her into my lap, dropping a kiss on her temple. “Happy birthday, princess.”
“Ugh.” Clearly this birthday is a trigger for all that’s wrong in her life.
Dammit.
I want to fix it for her. All of it.
And that’s impossible because I’m leaving today.
All I can do is help her forget. I lift her out of my lap and stand up, then scoop her up into my arms.
“What are you doing?” She kicks her legs.
“Taking you to the shower. Isn’t that where you were going?” I carry her to the bathroom and silently turn the locks on both doors before I lower her to her feet.
I turn on the water.
She stands there with her arms folded across her chest, looking adorable in my t-shirt and her rumpled hair.
I hold my hand out. “Do you trust me?”
A reluctant smile curls her lips. “Yeah. I don’t know why, but I do.” She puts her hand in mine. I tug my t-shirt off over her head, then drop the boxer briefs to the floor and lead her into the tub.
I pick up the bar of soap and roll it in one hand, gathering lather. “All right birthday girl. Tell me how you want to come.”
She watches the soap. “Do you have another condom?”
I lift my brows. “You want to come on my cock?”
“Maybe.”
I grip the base of said cock and give it a hard yank. “Don’t tease it. I’m fully prepared to go blue-balled for you again if you tell me you want the vibrator. Or my mouth. Or fingers. It’s your birthday, princess.”
I love the slow smile that spreads across her face. “That’s very gallant of you.” She jerks her head toward her bedroom. “Go get a condom.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” I mutter, heading to the bedroom. I grab a condom from my wallet and quickly return.
When I get back, her nipples are hard peaks, and her fingers are between her legs.
“Oh, sugar.” This girl will be the death of me. I thought I worked through the crazy hormones of puberty, but I’m ready to jizz before we’re even started.
But it’s her birthday, and then I’m gone, so I have to make it good.
I pick up the bar of soap again and lather it up, then stroke down her neck, across her shoulder, around her breast.
She trails one finger down my abs, and my cock punches out even harder. I stroke her other breast and down her belly. Then I drop to my knees and trail my hands down her thighs.
I look up, through water droplets on my lids to watch her face when I scoop behind one knee to pull it over my shoulder.
And then I give it to her—full bore. I suck and lick and nip. I taste her like I’m a starving man. She grips my shoulders, pulls my hair, wobbles on her standing leg.
“I won’t let you fall,” I promise, wrapping one arm around her waist and palming her ass with the other.
“I want you inside me,” she says.
I grin, my knees cracking as I stand up. “I love a girl who knows what she wants.”
“Also, I don’t want to run out of hot water before we’re done.” Her smile lights up my entire world.
I snap open the condom wrapper and roll on protection. “You want it from behind?”
She hesitates. Well, duh. How would she know how she wants it? Last night was her first time.
I take her hips and turn her around, guiding her hands to the wall, then shift the showerhead, so it’s not dumping water in her face. “It’s easier for standing. But if you want to watch my muscles, I’ll gladly hold you up and fuck you senseless against the other wall.”
She tosses her wet hair over her shoulder and gives me a smoldering look. “This way. But still senseless.”
I rub the head of my cock in her juices. “Your wish is my command.”
She pants a little as I enter her. “Still sore?”
“A little. But it’s good. Keep going.”
Damn. I have to remember how slowly humans heal. I was way too rough with her last night.
Not that she didn’t take it beautifully.
I press in, inch by inch, until I’m seated. I shudder at how incredible it feels, my breath turning ragged. But this is about her. I can’t lose control. I grasp her wet hips and pump, slowly at first. When she starts moaning, I pick up speed. My vision sharpens and domes, like when I’m in wolf form, which hasn’t happened during sex before. It’s almost like my wolf thinks she’s my mate. I’m fucking on fire for this girl.
When I start moaning—not really, but I want to—I reach around and rub her clit.
She goes off immediately—faster than I expected, her tight cunt gripping and releasing my cock in quick squeezes.