Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
My cock is thick and hard, ready to feel her, to drive into her, to fucking claim her. But I’m feasting on her pretty little pussy with the dark patch of hair that’s leading toward her puffy lips, and I’m soaring. My hands trail up to her tits, and my fingers find her hardened nipples, tweaking them, tugging them playfully, eliciting whimpers and moans.
The thoughts rushing through me have my blood heating with desire, and my heart thuds against my chest. She whimpers as my mouth works her pussy, and I bask in every erotic sound.
“Oh . . . Oh . . . God . . .” Her moans are mumbled as they tumble from her lips. Her fingers tug at my hair, pulling so hard the bite stings, but I don’t care. I’m lost to the sensation of her body pulsing around my tongue. Her body locks, and a mewl, both decadent and erotic echoes around us, and I glance up to see her beautiful face as she unravels.
“So fucking sweet, my sweetheart,” I murmur against her core. The sight of her glistening is enough to undo me right here in my fucking slacks.
Her gaze falls on me. Something in it tells me she feels it, our connection, and suddenly I’m jolted back to my past. A place I’d rather not go. I shake my head to clear the memories.
I focus on the here and now because I’m not sure if after this is all over, she’ll still want me. That thought stings. It hurts, and I know why. I’ve let myself feel, fall . . . Fuck, if I’m honest, it’s made me love.
Mila is nineteen, almost twenty, and I can safely say I’ve fallen in love with her. My feelings for her changed and morphed into so much more over the past three years. We’ve grown closer than I led my brother to believe. Chatting over text messages and on the phone every now and again, I learned more about this exotic beauty than he knows of her.
Every message, every call hearing about her boyfriends, or shall I call them fuck buddies, drove me insane. Those nights I spent buried in women, but the only one in my mind as I pounded those strangers was her. Mila.
She reaches for me and pulls me closer for our lips to meet once again in a soul-stealing kiss. “I want you,” she murmurs. In this moment, my heart wants to beat right out of my chest and into her hands.
Rising, I push off my slacks and boxer briefs. A small gasp falls from her lips at my naked form. My nine inches will make her remember me tomorrow. I climb onto the bed beside her, and her body curls into mine. Her bare skin on mine has me barely holding onto a sliver of restraint. Grinding my teeth, I take a deep breath and hope this isn’t going to blow up in our faces. Fear, lust, desire, and frustration fills me as I pull her against me. This woman has captured me more than I could have imagined.
I lie back, tugging her over me. “You ready for me, sweetheart?” I question, and she nods. Her long black hair frames her face. Those deep, forest-colored orbs meet mine, sparkling with need, want, and affection, an emotion that leaves me breathless. Her chest rises and falls, and I can’t help feeling the need to lave at her sweet nipples.
She rocks her hips, and the heat of her pussy has me groaning. My hands settle on her hips, allowing her to sink onto me slowly, so fucking slow its torture. The tightness and slick heat of her is incredible. Better than anything I’ve ever felt. Her body hovers over mine, and her lips mold to my mouth. The kiss is slow, sensual, and before I can do anything, her hips roll against me. She’s so inviting. And with one lift of my hips I’m fully seated, as I slip inside the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucking felt.
My head falls back, and I groan in satisfaction at her body molding to mine.
I want her.
Only her. Fuck.
I’m so fucking fucked.
“Jesus, Mila,” I bite out as she rides me. My fucking sweet girl is on my dick, and all I want to do is make love to her. Fucking her once will never be enough. Nothing in my life has ever felt so good.
Even though I’m buried balls-deep inside her, I’m fucking jealous of the men who’ve been there before me. I want to fuck them from her memory. I don’t want any other man with her, and that feeling is so fucking foreign to me, I don’t know what to do with it. So, I shut my eyes and revel in the feel of her.
I drive into her, deeper, faster, harder. Reaching out, I find her clit, circling it with my thumb, I feel her pulse and tighten around me. I keep going, plunging into her, claiming her pussy. My body locks when her cunt clamps down on me and sends me spiraling with an orgasm that allows me even deeper inside her.