Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“I only want you,” I whisper, looking into her eyes as I cradle her.
She wraps her arms around me, clawing onto my neck. “Forever?”
“Forever,” I say with conviction. “This might be it, Hallie. The start of our family. Right here. But first, I need to taste that soaked slit of yours.”
She clings to me with more lust as I carry her down the hallway, gently nudging open the door to the king-size bedroom.
A note of guilt hits me, considering it’s my freelance journalism career that made me able to pay for this. Sure, I made investments when I was younger, but largely it’s my work.
And lately, I’ve been too obsessed with Hallie to focus.
Soon, I tell myself, as I carry her over to the bed.
Once we’re settled down, out in the open….
I push those thoughts away as I place her gently down on the bed, my gaze fixated on her thick thighs, the automatic lights shimmering against her flesh.
I kneel down and take her panties softly, pulling them down over her knees. She leans up on her elbows, staring down at me, her eyes nervous as I toss her panties aside and take a greedy look at her naked pussy.
I’m panting like a beast right away, my mouth open, my head swirling with desire.
Her pussy’s as perfect as the rest of her, her lips glistening, soaked, and swollen with need, her clit begging to be touched and sucked and lavished with attention.
She moans as I take her thighs in my hands, squeezing onto them, letting her feel the animal urge of possession in my touch and how hungrily I need her.
“You even smell good,” I snarl, kissing up her thigh, tasting her sweat, her nerves. “You smell like my fucking woman.”
Her moans get more urgent the closer my kissing takes me to her pussy. She gasps when I begin to suck her clit, just like I promised her.
I take it in my mouth, groaning as I taste her, pushing my tongue against her clit and moving it from side to side, up and down, and around.
I stroke my tongue all over her clit as I hold her captive in my mouth. My head is rushing with her moans, so much sexier without the phone between us and more compelling.
I slide my hand higher and circle her entrance with my middle finger as I continue to lick her clit.
Then I let it go, moving my tongue up and down her folds, spreading her wetness before returning to her needy-as-fuck pleasure point.
This is Graham’s daughter, a thought whispers, buried deep, far too easy to ignore.
My thoughts of her are stronger, now, of her taste, her thick thighs in my hands, the way she writhes on the silk sheets.
Her hips buck as I slip my middle finger inside her.
It’s the same way she shifted when she was on the counter that first night, as if her body was taking over…overruling any thoughts about her virginity, about her father.
She’s tight, hugging my finger as I push deeper, right up to the knuckle.
I keep licking her clit as I swirl my finger around inside of her. I’m already addicted to the feel of her pussy and her tightness. How warm and ready she feels. Her swollen clit feels like its getting even hotter as I lick her harder.
“Yes, yes,” she moans softly at first.
“Don’t be shy,” I growl, sinking my hands even harder into her legs.
“I’m close,” she moans, louder now, grinding her pussy up and down. “I’m so….”
She trails off when I take her clit in my mouth again, fingering her faster and driving her closer to a release.
I can hear the rising desire, the need to let it all go.
Not just the pleasure but the pain of wondering, of doubting if we can ever be.
She reaches down, sliding her fingers through my hair, her nails against my scalp as she claws at me. She’s panting now, her hips bucking, as every part of my animal’s intent scream at me to take her with my cock, fuck her savagely.
But not yet. She has to cream for me first.
She tastes so good, so mine, as if I can preview our future in the creaminess of her sopping wet pussy.
She cries out, her hand slipping from my head when the orgasm erupts inside of her.
I can feel it in how she tightens around my finger, in the waves which move through her, making her seize up, then relax. I’m sure I can even feel it in her clit, like her body is talking to me.
Her moans get louder, driving me on as I lick her over and over, my finger swirling around inside of her.
Then it passes.
I stand, staring down at her panting form.
The sheets are flecked with wetness from her release, making her thighs glimmer. Her cheeks are flushed, the redness spreading down over her neck, her cleavage.