Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“I—what do you—”
“You know what I mean,” I purr before my lips crush to hers again. My tongue pushes against them, and when she whimpers again and slowly parts them for me, I know she’s mine. My hand slides from her hip, pushing lower until it firmly cups the soft, tight swell of her ass. She moans, and her own hands which have been idle by her side—like she doesn’t know what to do with them—suddenly come up and grip my shirt tightly, eagerly. I firmly cup her ass, and when I start to tug the skimpy red dress higher, she gasps, but doesn’t stop me as it slips up over her sweet curves.
Her ass it right against the glass, for all of the city to see. Except, not really. The elevator that runs down the outside of my building from the helipad to my penthouse is only glass from the inside. On the outside, it’s mirrors. Please. As if I’d allow anyone else to see her like this or catch a glimpse of her perfect little ass. No, no one can see her. No one but me.
My hand slides to her bare ass, and I grunt into her lips as I palm that soft, silky-smooth skin. My fingers brush over the lacy edge of her thong as it dips down between her cheeks, and my cock swells at the thought of peeling that little lacy thing right off of her to get at what’s mine to taste.
To claim.
To fuck.
I kiss her fiercely as my fingers loop under the back of her thong, tugging gently and making her gasp into my lips. My hand slides around, keeping one finger hooked under the skimpy waist of her panties as I make my way to the front of her. Simone kisses me even more eagerly, moaning into my mouth and absolutely melting into me as my hand moves to the front of her panties, lingering there and relishing the feel of her heat pulsing behind the lace.
Heat, and wetness. Wetness I can feel right through her fucking panties.
“So wet for me,” I growl into her lips. She moans, eyes closing as she swallows thickly and nods eagerly.
“This what you wanted tonight, little one?” I purr quietly. “For a man like me to touch these naughty little bad girl panties and feel how soaking wet you get?”
She whimpers, but she shakes her head.
“No,” she says quietly, her eyes still closed.
“No?”
She shakes her head again, and this time, she opens her eyes, and those baby-blues burn right into me.
“Not a man like you,” she whispers heatedly. “You.”
I growl as I slam her back against the glass, kissing her ferociously as my hand slides down the front of her panties.
“Good,” I growl. “Because you’re mine and mine alone. And I’ve been dying to taste this sweet little pussy.”
My fingers slip under the edge of her panties, and Simone moans eagerly as I tug them to the side. I’d go slower, but I can’t. I won’t. Not this first time. I don’t think it’d be possible to slow this train right now. And besides, there’ll be many, many more times where I can go slower and take my damn time.
…After all, she’s going to be my wife.
It’s crazy, perhaps, but I know what I’m doing. I know what I saw the second I saw her, and I know there’s no way she’s leaving here tonight without a ring on her finger.
No, scratch that. She’s not leaving here tonight at all.
I kiss her fiercely and deeply, our tongues swirling together until she’s breathless and panting, her body undulating almost on instinct against me. I pull away from her lips, leaving her moaning for more as I kiss my way down her jaw. And then, I drop to my knees in front of her.
The thought of tasting her cunt has consumed me for far too long. And now, it’s time for my prize. My hands push her dress up high, and the higher it goes, the breathier her whimpers get. When I push it up over her black, lacy thong panties, her breath catches, and I look up to see her face bright red and her eyes wide as she stares at me with her lips slightly parted—in shock, in excitement. Maybe in nervousness.
Definitely in anticipation.
My fingers hook under the waist of her panties, and I tug, peeling them slowly down over her soft, supple tummy. They slide delicately off her hips, and when the gusset clings to her lips—sticking to her wetness—I groan, and tug, and slowly, they peel away.
Jesus fuck. I knew she was gorgeous, but her pussy is a goddess.
My eyes drag back up to her lust-hooded eyes, locking with her gaze as I move in. I breathe across her first, making her gasp, and then slowly, my tongue touches her. Simone gasps, her body trembling as my tongue drags slow and flat across her smooth, velvety lips—pink and wet and so goddamn sweet. Like a little candy pussy, all for me.