Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 7091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
“Tell me you are at least eighteen,” he demands, still kissing me.
“I am, don’t worry.” I feel pretty powerful right now, like I could do anything.
“Thank fuck; I don’t think I could stop this train.” I laugh at his words.
“No one’s asking you to,” I remind him. I finally get his dick out, and it’s massive. Not only nice and long, but it’s thick too. My mouth is actually watering.
“Once this dick slides into your little kitty, you’re mine forever. You will be my queen, and no other man will ever see you like this again. You will be my one and only lover. Ever. Got that?” he asks, looking so vulnerable. I lift my hand to his cheek and run it through the scruff there.
“No worries there. I’ve never been with another man, and I never will be.”
“You saved yourself for me?” he asks, incredulously.
“I saved myself for my husband, ” I say.
“Well, aren’t we just made for each other?” he asks. Without knowing a thing about him, I've fallen in love with the man, whose hard dick is seeking entrance to my sacred place. How the hell is that even possible? How the hell do I keep him?
“Why don’t you find out?” I ask, moving my hand from his face to my pale pink cotton panties. I move them to the side, showing him my bare pussy, ready for what’s next.
Chapter Two
Kellen Kavanagh
This girl fell into my lap. How did I get so lucky? I wonder as I stare at the pretty pink pussy she’s freely showing me. I like to get business out of the way early in the day and leave before the club gets really busy. I was never into the party scene, per se, but I knew it would be lucrative. Somehow my brother, Kieran, and I took 7 Deadly Sins from a little bar to the highest-rated non-country-themed hot spot in the city. Not bad for a pair of boys born and bred in the slums of Dublin.
Growing up, life was hard, but that’s what makes you a man. I scrimped and saved every bit I could to get out of there. We got as far as Nashville and set down roots. Years ago, my Ma got sick and passed away slowly. Cancer doesn’t care who it takes. My Da was never the same again. He did everything he could think of to pull us out of the gutter, but we were still poor. Kieran and I were the dirty kids at school. We only had each other since we were the ones in hand-me-down clothes who didn’t get to bathe regularly. Kieran and I got out, but my dad is still miserable in the same run-down flat we grew up in. See, the thing is, my Da will never be right again. When Ma died, a big part of him did too. When I was a boy, he told us of the folk magic that surrounds our family. Kavanagh men are special. We get to know our one true love at first sight. I never bothered with women before because I knew only heartache and pain that comes from dipping your dick in the wrong woman. I’m a one-woman man, and that woman is little Kitty Kelly. My greedy little liar. Twenty-one my arse, but I pray she’s at least eighteen. Otherwise, I’m going to jail, and I don’t give a fuck.
“What a pretty kitty,” I groan, reaching out for her, but I stop short. I don’t know why I do, but everything about this moment feels monumental.
“What are you waiting for?” she asks impatiently. Her hips buck toward me. She wants me bad, and I am going to give her everything she wants and then some.
“What’s the rush?” I ask.
“No rush,” she says hastily, causing me to chuckle. “I just want…” Her voice trails off, and I get it. I get what she wants.
“There’s no rush at all, lass. We’ve got all the time in the world,” I tell her as I rub my thumb over her pussy lips reverently. I am seconds away from worshiping her, and nothing is going to stop me. Her bare pussy lips are plump and wet. I’ve never felt anything like them before. Although I don’t know her well, yet, I know that I want her more than I have ever wanted anything or anyone. There’s something about her. Something that calls to my soul and my dick.
We have all the privacy we need in my half of the office I share with my brother. Her sandals fell onto the floor when I lifted her onto my desk, so I pull her panties down her thighs gently. I bring them to my nose, inhaling her sweet, drug-like scent, and watch as her eyes widen. She smirks at me before spreading her legs wider for me.