Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
With a little whimper, CeCe pulled her skirt above her hips and shimmied out of her panties. She still had her heels on from the bike ride here and the thought of fucking her in those heels was a fucking turn-on. But that was not the way this was going to go. Neither was me fucking her while we were both still dressed.
“Come here,” I said, pulling her closer and lifting her before she could respond. She gasped, hugging my waist with her thighs as I carried her to my bedroom.
The moon had risen to a bright, full ball in the sky, shining through the window to my bedroom and bathing the bed in a silvery light. Like a spotlight shining on an altar of sin, ready for the virgin sacrifice. CeCe might not be a virgin in the strictest sense, but I was willing to bet my left nut this experience would be a first for her. A man intent on her pleasure. And, yeah. That’d be me.
I set her down beside the bed, urging her to strip completely. She trembled where she touched me, but it didn’t take much coaxing before she stood naked in front of me. I picked her up again and laid her gently on the bed before moving back to take off her shoes.
She looked up at me, eyes wide, sweat glistening over her perfect, perfect body. She had no tattoos or piercings which I thought unusual, but was glad of it. While some were beautiful, I knew firsthand the damage that could be done with any kind of piercing if someone was sadistic enough.
“This goes only as far as you want it to, honey. This is about your pleasure. What you want.” I shook my head. “I absolutely will not hurt you or in any way force you to do anything you don’t want. You understand me?”
“But I --”
“No buts, CeCe. I’m gonna eat you ‘til you come. Several times if I can. If that’s enough for you, that’s all we do.”
“Atticus?”
“I’m serious.” I scooted her farther onto the bed, blanketing her small form with my much bigger one. Her pussy mashed against my bare belly. My jeans were still on and I had no intention of taking them off unless she insisted. “If I can give you what you need without fuckin’ you, that’s what I’m gonna do. Tell me you understand.” That last part was an order, pure and simple.
Her eyes widened and she gasped. Her nipples puckered and she immediately clapped her hands over them and squeezed. “Holy shit,” she whispered.
I narrowed my gaze and tilted my head in confusion. “What’s wrong? I need to dial it back,” I muttered.
“No! No, please. I-I just never thought…” She swallowed and shook her head slightly. “That tone of voice. It’s never been sexy. You know. Before.”
“So I do need to rein it in.”
“Not at all! I liked it. From you.”
The grin splitting my face had to be positively wicked. “I think I can work with that.”
I lowered my face to her chest, urging her to move her hands to give me access. I caught a nipple with my tongue, taking one long swipe over the puckered nub. CeCe let out a low moan, arching her back. When I latched on to her nipple, she cried out and shuddered beneath me.
I played with her other nipple, tweaking and pinching lightly with my fingers before switching to that peak with my mouth and sucking gently.
“A-Atticus…” Her shuddering, ragged voice hit me hard. Like a punch. I glanced up at her, needing to know she was good and I wasn’t triggering something negative inside her. She looked down at me with shock, her eyes glassy, her lips parted.
“Talk to me, CeCe. Tell me what you’re feeling.” I released her just long enough to talk before laving her nipple with the flat of my tongue.
“G-good… s-so g-good!” She seemed unable to catch her breath. Her fingers bunched and tugged at my hair, but not like she was trying to pull me away from her. It was more like she needed something to ground her which I was more than happy to provide.
“Do you want more?” My voice was rough. I scraped my beard over her nipple, back and forth, causing her to cry out again.
“Yes! Please!”
“Tell me what you want, pretty girl. Tell me what to do.”
“My pussy,” she gasped.
“It’s a beautiful pussy. But what about it?”
She gave a little frustrated whimper. “Touch it.”
I slid my hand down past her waist to where her mound had pressed against my abdomen. She was bare and so fucking soft and smooth. I wanted to fasten my mouth over her and just fucking feast, but it wasn’t time for that yet. Instead, I dragged one finger back and forth through her folds, grazing her clit occasionally. Every time I did, she jerked and cried out like she’d never been touched like this before when I knew she had.