Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23181 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Open,” I say, holding the chunk of brownie to her lips. “Get the taste of my behavior out of your mouth.”
She accepts the bite and chews it slowly, her green eyes turning dreamy over the taste. “You know, you’re not entirely at fault. I’m sorry for pretending to drown.”
“As I recall, you tried to give me the perfect apology,” I say hoarsely, my attention riveted by the sensual movements of Shelby’s lips and throat. It takes a mighty effort to stop ogling the lower half of her face and serve her another bite.
“Is that a normal way for women to apologize?” she asks.
“I’ve never been in a relationship long enough to have an argument with a woman, nor have I wanted to. I have no idea.” The way she looks up at me with an earnest expression, as if waiting to be taught, has me softening my tone. “No, I wouldn’t say it’s typical. But when…partners have an argument, I assume that sex is a way of reconnecting. So it’s not out of the question.”
She nods, looking thoughtful as she consumes her next bite. “That tracks. My brothers fight with their girlfriends all the time. And then they go into the bedroom for a little while and…and when they walk out, everything is solved.”
“I doubt that,” I say dryly. “They’ve just gotten off, Shelby.”
A line appears on her forehead. “What is getting off?”
This poor angel. She’s in desperate need of an education about men and women. This kind of thing requires patience, kindness—and I’m sorely lacking in both of those qualities. I’m the only one here, though. Furthermore, the idea of someone else talking to my angel about fucking makes my temper flare. I’d kill another man for speaking to her about any of this.
What the hell is happening to me?
Suddenly, I’m tossing the plate aside and pulling her onto my lap, facing her toward me in a straddle, groaning inwardly at the hot pressure of her cunt in my lap.
“Getting off.” I unbelt her robe and shove it open, barely hearing her over the sound of my pounding pulse. Fuck. Fucking Christ. She is almost obscenely sexy. Untouched. Supple and young and sweet. And I’m achingly aware in this moment that I didn’t allow myself to come after she gave me head. My balls are filling to the breaking point, all because of her. What she does to me. “Getting off means sexual relief, Shelby. When I put my cock inside of your pussy, we’re going to rub them together. A lot. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My cock is going to push in deep, slide out and go deep again.” I brush my thumb up and down on the dampening slit between her legs, my breath turning shallow from having this conversation with her, speaking so frankly about what we’re going to do together. “We’re both very sensitive in these places, angel. When we create friction here, we’re building toward something.”
“What?” she breathes, looking down at my thumb in wonder.
“I have seed inside me, baby. I plant it inside you.” I push the robe off her shoulders completely, rendering her totally naked, then return my fingers to her spread pussy, finding her clit with the pad of my thumb. “It’s going to feel very good when I do that. For both of us. Because I’m going to be stroking this little bud, fucking you toward an orgasm.”
“Orgasm,” Shelby gasps. “That’s another word for getting off?”
“Yes.” Slowly, I turn us and lay Shelby down on the couch, memorizing the erotic picture she makes, nude and rosy on my library couch, blonde hair fanned out around her head. Stripping off my shirt, I reach for the nearby plate, dipping my finger in the whipped cream and leaving a trail of the white, whipped topping down the center of her breasts and belly. “I can make friction with my tongue, too, angel. And before you ask, I don’t know if this is how men apologize.” I lick along the whipped cream path, down to her belly button, swirling my tongue in the indentation. “But it’s how I’m going to apologize to you.”
The scent of innocent pussy has my dick rigid as fuck in my pants, but for once, I ignore my own needs in the name of someone else’s. Because she’s… important. To me. Despite my best efforts to avoid this happening. She’s getting to me a little more with every passing second, affection crowding up against my jugular, sexual hunger turning me inside out. All of it at once. All for her.
“Spread your legs for me, Shelby.”
When shyness makes her hesitate, I put firm pressure on her knees until she relents, parting the soft, dewy flesh between her thighs and turning my entire world upside down. I’ve chased money for as long as I can remember, thinking wealth was the only worthwhile goal for a man. But I was wrong. There is nothing, nothing more worth possessing than Shelby’s sexy little cunt. Pink, bare except for a little patch of blonde hair, it screams virgin.