Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36999 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
"You are evil. Has anyone ever told you that?"
"Yeah, you just did."
She glares at me, which makes me smile. She's fucking cute when she's trying to pretend that she's pissed. We both know she loves that I don't play by her rules, though.
What happened with her dad made her hesitant to trust anyone. The shit men have said to her over the years didn't help. She's been pushing people away her entire life as a result, afraid to get close. And everyone let her do it. I did, too. For two fucking months, I let her keep me at a distance.
That ended the moment I realized it wasn't what she really wanted. And she loves that I don't do what's expected or treat her the way everyone else treats her. She thrives on the fact that I don't give her exactly what she wants or let her have her way. She's had it for far too goddamn long already. She's shouldered too much on her own for far too long. It's my turn to do it now. I won't ever make her do anything she doesn't want to do, but I'll push as hard as I need to push to get her where we need to go.
She needs to know that she can trust me. She needs to know that, no matter what, I've got her and she'll be safe with me. She's never had that. She needs it. Desperately.
And we both know she loves every minute of it, as much as she likes to pretend it annoys the hell out of her.
"Eat your food, princess. If you don't, I'm eating you."
"Mm. I think I'm full."
"Are you sure?"
She eyes her plate like she's thinking it over and then quickly pops another bite of chicken into her mouth before she nods. "Now I'm sure," she says, giving me a cheeky grin.
"Good." I sweep my arm out, pushing the dishes in front of me off to the side.
"What are you doing?"
"Clearing a place for my dessert." I haul her into my arms before boosting her up onto the table and planting her ass where my plate was two seconds ago. I stand up, my hands flat on either side of her. "And in case it wasn't clear, princess, you're dessert."
"Yay for me," she whispers.
I chuckle, gently pressing on her shoulder to lay her back.
She settles against the wooden tabletop, one hip cocked to the side, one arm thrown over her head. She looks like a fucking goddess. I lean over her, taking her lips in a deep kiss.
"Mmm, perfect," I growl, running my hand down her side.
She shivers beneath my touch, moaning softly.
I unhook the top of her shirt, slowly pulling it down. Her tits spill free, her nipples already hard little pebbles.
"No bra."
"Nope."
"If you tell me you aren't wearing panties under those shorts, I may lose my mind, Elodie," I rumble, rolling her nipples between my fingers.
"Mm. Guess you'll just have to find out for yourself."
I bend my head, pulling one nipple into my mouth. I drag it through my teeth and then blow on it, making her moan and shift restlessly beneath me.
"I bet I could make you come just playing with your nipples, couldn't I?"
"Probably," she groans. "You could probably touch any part of me and make me come, Coby. I've never felt anything like you before."
"That's because your body knows who it belongs to, princess." I pinch one nipple, sucking and biting the other as I start working on the buttons on her shorts. There are far too many of the damn things.
Once I've finally got them free, I peel them down her legs, groaning when I realize that she isn't wearing panties either. She's been sitting across from me for the last hour with nothing on under this little outfit.
"You came here looking for trouble, didn't you?"
"No," she gasps. "I came looking for you, Coby."
"Same difference." I drag my palms down her belly, marveling at how fucking soft her skin is. I could touch her all day and not grow tired of it. But I'm not doing that right now. I have other things in store for her.
I drag her ass to the very edge of the table and then reclaim my seat.
"Prop your feet up right here and spread your legs, princess," I order, placing her feet on the arms of the chair.
I don't have to tell her twice. She's as eager for me to eat her as I am. Within seconds, she's right where I want her, spread open wide, her juicy pink pussy right in my face.
"Fuck," I groan, licking my lips. "Now, this is a fucking meal."
"Coby."
"What?"
"Please."
"Tell me what you want, Elodie."
I expect her to resist the command, but she never does exactly what I expect. When she wants something badly enough, nothing stops her. She isn't shy, not with me.