Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Bunny!” I choke the word out as she licks my head, sucking my release down and cleaning me off.
When I pull free from her mouth, she opens her eyes and looks up at me.
I sink to my knees, pull her hand from her panties, and suck her fingers, relishing her taste as she stares at me, her eyes glassy. When I’ve licked her clean, I pull her fingers from my mouth. “Do you feel like you’ve been punished enough, Bunny?”
She smirks, and her tongue comes out to wet her lips. “I don’t know. We might have to do it again for me to really get the lesson.”
10
CHARLIE
“It still tingles.” I peek over at Rowan.
We’re in his truck headed toward town to get more paint. I bite the inside of my cheek when he licks his lips. Is he thinking about when he tasted it? I’m not sure which was hotter, being on my knees in front of him pleasuring him or watching him suck me off his fingers. It’s all surreal. Nothing this exciting has ever happened in my life.
“I shouldn’t have made you do that.”
My stomach drops at his words. Does he regret it? Was I terrible at it? So many thoughts run through my mind.
“Cause I was bad at it?” I wring my fingers together, staring down at my lap. Now I can’t bear to look at him. I thought he enjoyed what I did, but I should have known better. I mean, I have zero experience.
“What? Fuck no!”
“I’ll get better.” We both speak at the same time. Jeez. I sound a bit pathetic.
“If you get any better, you’ll kill me.”
“So you liked it?” I jerk my head back up, his words making me feel better.
“‘Like’ is putting it mildly.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I loved punishing you, Bunny.”
I can’t help but smile. “I’m not sure you can call that punishment. If it is, I'm going to dump the next can of paint over your head and sneak into your place again.” Rowan reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. His fingers are rough against my skin but in the best possible way. He really is all man.
“Be a good girl, Bunny. There are other ways for me to punish you.”
“Really, like what? Spanking me?” The thought of his hand coming down on me only causes the tingle between my thighs to grow more intense. I never thought I would like something like that, but with him it’s different. I find myself craving it.
“You don’t like pain.” He remembered.
“Then what?” His hand slips farther up my thigh. My legs part. I’m shameless, and I don’t care. I want his touch. His fingers are both rough and soft against my skin as they continue to caress me.
All rational thoughts leave me, and the only thing I can focus on is him giving me what I need. I’m so wet. I can feel the dampness on my panties. A groan comes from him when his fingers get to the edge of my jean shorts. He caresses up and down the side of them, grazing my panties.
“Rowan?” I wiggle in my seat. My clit is starting to throb.
“Bad girls don’t get orgasms.” He quickly withdraws his hand and puts it on the steering wheel.
“That’s rude.”
“I guess we’ll both have to suffer together.” The outline of his hard cock in his jeans is easy to make out.
“Does it hurt being all stuffed in there?”
“Stuffed in there?” He chuckles.
“You can take it out if you want.”
“Bunny.” He growls. “I’m driving.”
“I’m only saying it wouldn’t offend me at all. I am worried about it fitting inside me. I might be chubby, but I’m short.” I glance down between my legs thinking how far he would actually go inside me. “It would go all the way here.” I lift my shirt and touch below my belly button to show him.
“You know how to stroke a man’s ego.” He shakes his head, but he’s smiling. “It will fit. Put your shirt down.” I release it to fall back into place.
“So we’ll be having sex? Tonight?”
Rowan rolls to a stop at the sign. His gaze is now fixated on me, pinning me in place. I’ve never known someone to have such dark eyes. The intensity in them is alluring. I’m always wondering which stare I might get from him, if his eyes will darken or narrow. It’s hot, but I also love when the smile lines form around the edges of them when he finds something funny.
“I’ve never in my life met someone like you.”
I open my mouth to ask a question, but he beats me to it. “It’s a compliment, Bunny. Why do you always think the worst about yourself and that everything is an insult?”
I shrug, my attention going out the window. Who wants to tell the man you’re crushing on that the rest of the world thinks you’re strange? Not me, that's for sure. I don’t know why he doesn’t think so, but I don’t want that to change. For the time being, I’m a normal girl to him. One that only has a few more days to experience life until my mother is on to me.