Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“Well…” She plucks at the front of my T-shirt. “Like I said, I don’t want to get married. All my life, men have been bossing me around and locking me in rooms. Except for this one boy I used to know. A long time ago when I lived in foster care.” She stares into the distance a moment, before shaking her head and continuing, completely unaware that she has pulverized my heart in the best way. She remembers me. “I thought when I turned eighteen that everything would be different, but it was all a myth. A fantasy. A whole year has passed since then. Now Karson and Pace are going to marry me off, probably as part of a business deal…and I’ll be trapped forever.”
“No.” I kiss her forehead. “I won’t let that happen.”
“You’re sweet, Mateo. But there’s nothing you can do to stop it.”
“I’m not always sweet.” And that’s the truth. My father was killed by an arms dealer in the line of service when I was only nine, and I’ve made it my life’s mission to eradicate the world of vermin like Karson Rhodes, Magnolia’s guardian. I’m fucking lethal when I want to be. “When something important is on the line, I fight for it, sweetheart.”
She peeks up at me, a smile blooming on her mouth.
Oh lord, my pulse. It picks up speed until it’s racing.
“You sound like a hero, Mateo. I’m accustomed to villains.”
“Maybe we should start getting you accustomed to me, instead.”
Her ass shifts around in my lap, her lips parting on an inhale, exhale. “How?”
Holy hell, this is happening.
Her rosy nipples are turning to points inside of her damp tank top, her pupils expanding. It’s how she looked when Pace was on top of her. Horny. Needy. Young and curious. Meanwhile, I’m jealous and honored and desperate to fulfill her.
Like Pace apparently couldn’t.
“You know, there are some perks to marriage,” I say, lifting her from my lap and settling her onto my blue, rolled out sleeping bag. “Or, at least, to being in a relationship with a man.”
Her fingers curl into the edges of the sleeping bag, her gaze intent on my face, like she truly wants to know what I mean. “Like what?”
I walk on my knees until I’m towering above her, planting a hand beside her head and lowering my mouth to hers, moaning at the first contact with her smooth, pliable lips. We enter the kiss slowly, even though I ache to devour. I brush my lips side to side, lapping at the seam of her mouth until she gasps open for me and I deliver her my tongue, licking her moans up like liquid gold. Kissing her until she starts to whimper and squirm, fisting the front of my T-shirt. “Would you like me to pull down your shorts and panties, Magnolia? I can show you what a man should always do for a beautiful girl like you.”
She blinks. Considers me. “Is it going to hurt?”
“God, no. It’s going to make you wish you’d run to me sooner.”
“M-maybe I’m already wishing that,” she whispers, lifting her hips so I can tug down the light pair of shorts and her panties at the same time and—
Mother of God.
All I can do is stare, the vein in my cock pounding with increasing pressure at the sight of her little golden cunt. It’s…not real. It can’t be real. It glows with moisture like a jewel, smooth and succulent and sublime. I’m already fucking the ground, rutting it like a dog, hips jerking up and back, heat blowing from my nostrils. I feel almost guilty kissing this sacred place between her legs, because I’ve lied to her, and the man who touches this perfect pussy first should be worthy. A gentleman. I fear I’m neither at the moment.
I’m a slavering animal that needs to know what she tastes like.
Now.
“Is it…okay?” Magnolia asks, hesitantly.
My laugh is nothing short of sinister. “Forget starting a war, you could cause the destruction of all mankind with this pussy, sweetheart.” I kiss her slit, groaning as moisture seeps out through the crack, almost shyly. “Did I make it in time? Am I the first to lick it?”
“Yes,” she breathes, chest rising and falling.
“Thank you for the honor,” I rumble—and then I’m barely conscious of anything but the texture of her sex, the smooth glide of it against my tongue, the way her flesh parts like it has been waiting for me all along…and the incredible gush of honey that greets me welcomes me to heaven. My hands move of their own volition, opening her thighs as wide as they’ll go, which is all the way to the ground on both sides, because of course. Of course, she’s flexible and trusting enough to give me full access, so I can rub the tip of my tongue in circles around her tight opening, while my thumb teases her clit.