Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I tear my gaze from hers to stare down at her breasts. The nipple in my grip is so responsive to my touch. The urge to taste her is strong. I hesitate and pull my hand from her. When I start to pull away, her body seems to deflate. Shame. Not at what we’re doing but shame for herself. She feels rejected. My mind wars between right and wrong. I know what feels right…it just happens to be wrong.
Nobody has to know.
I dip down and run my nose along the outside of her breast. Her skin is so soft. My mouth waters.
Nobody has to know.
Flicking my tongue out, I give in. I run it up her silky young skin and seek out her peaked nipple. When the tip of my tongue rubs over her areola, she lets out a harsh breath. I tease the tip of her small nipple and smile when she lets out a sweet, quiet moan. I grab her small breast and squeeze it so I can suck her into my mouth. Her breathing is loud and raspy, but she’s into it. She grips my hair and holds me to her as if I might pull away at any moment. As I suck her tit, I rub my tongue back and forth across her flesh. She lets out a garbled sound when I gently bite the hardened peak before sucking her hard again. I pop off her and admire how red and splotchy her skin is now.
“Beautiful,” I murmur. I blow a breath on her wet skin and she shivers. “You taste good.” Slowly, I press kisses from one breast to the other. I tease and suck on it until it too is red and matches its twin.
When I look up at her, her plump lips are parted and her brown eyes are liquid chocolate as lust swims in her gaze. I’m caught off guard when her lips crash to mine. Awkward at first as her teeth bump against my lips, but then we’re both opening to seek out the other. My moan mixes with hers as I inhale her. She tastes like toothpaste and I want to suck on her tongue for hours. The razor falls to the ground with a clatter as I abandon it to grab two fistfuls of her tiny ass. I lift her and she wraps her skinny legs around my waist. She’s so light. Worry, once again, niggles at me, wondering if she’s eating enough. But the moment her bare breasts press against my naked chest, I’m distracted by her.
Nobody has to know.
I kiss her hard and press her back into the wall. Gripping her ass, I use her body to grind against my cock through my sweatpants.
“I want more,” she begs against my lips.
Fuck, I do too.
“You and I can’t do this.” I pull away far enough so I can see her. “We’re—”
She slaps at the wall beside her and then we’re shrouded in darkness. “We’re not them. We’re Hudson and Rylie. Two people who want to be together like this.” Her teeth find my lip in the dark and she tugs. “In the dark, we can be whoever we want to be. In the dark, we can make love. Nobody has to know.”
I can’t see her, but I can feel and taste and smell her. She slides her legs down until she’s standing and then her small hands are blindly searching for the waistband of my sweatpants. A loud groan escapes me when she pushes down. My cock, thick and eager, springs free. When her soft hand grips my erection, I let out a ragged, harsh breath.
“Rylie,” I plead.
She strokes me and it makes me desperate for more. She’s right. In the dark, we can be whoever the fuck we want to be. I want to devour every part of her. As she strokes me, I slide my palms into the back of her shorts. The skin of her bouncy ass feels like silk. I grip her flesh and spread her cheeks apart, loving the mewls escaping her. Then, I slip them back out before pushing her shorts down her thighs.
“Nobody has to know,” I utter, as though I need to remind myself.
“Nobody,” she agrees.
Our lips find each other again as my palm slides down her taut stomach toward her pussy. My fingertips have just brushed against her thatch of pubic hair when someone pounds on the bathroom door. I jerk away from Rylie as my heart nearly jumps from my throat.
“Hudson!” Aunt Becky shrieks. “Rylie is gone! I think she’s run away.” The door handle jiggles and then she says, “Are you sitting in the dark?”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I yank my sweats up and flick the light on. “No. The light is on.” I glance at Rylie and she scrambles to put her shirt back on.