Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
I can barely keep up as his passionate words rush out, his voice getting huskier than usual as he speaks. His warm breath teases me, tickles over my lips, and touches my cheeks.
“Do you mean it?” I say.
“I’ve never meant anything more.”
We kiss again. I’m not sure who starts it this time. We’re both starving for it, mouths open, tongues finding each other.
I stroke down his back and slip my hands beneath the fabric of his shirt so I can feel his naked muscles, the swollen, bulging power in each sinew, pushing against my palm, teasing me even more. I squeeze down, digging my nails in. I’m sure I feel them bend.
He’s so hard, his muscles and his manhood. He groans as he shifts his hips, teasing my pussy with each movement.
“The second you saw me?” I gasp, breaking off the kiss and staring into his eyes.
“I let my animal nature out when I spanked your perfect, round, juicy ass, but yes, there was more there. Every time I look at you, I get a new dream. I dream about our family sitting next to a fire with you sketching us, both of us laughing as we try to get our kids to sit still.”
“I want that too,” I whisper.
Part of me warns me to hold this back and not share every single thing I’m feeling. There’s also this fire inside of me, this undeniable burning that tells me he’s being honest.
“What?” he says, pushing himself up to look at me with a better view.
I can read the disbelief when I gaze into his intense, wolfish eyes—almost silver in the moonlight. He doesn’t know my body has been aching with the same desire, the deep pulsing calling me to a future much brighter than the past.
“I want a life together,” I murmur. “A family. A wedding. Kids. Blake, please tell me you’re not tricking me.”
“I could say the same to you.”
Our lips fuse with heat, the passion unstoppable.
His hips move again, surging against my sex, his stiff manhood grinding and making me crazy. It’s a struggle to keep moving my hands over his back with all my attention focused on his stiff cock moving like he’s possessed.
“I mean it,” I moan. “I want it all, but…”
… we should wait.
“But what?” he says. “If we both want it… if you want my cock to claim your young, tight, soaked pussy… if we both need it…”
At each pause, he kisses me, my neck, my cheek, and finally my lips again.
“I do need it,” I say.
But what about Dad? He doesn’t know.
“I just can’t believe you feel the same.”
“I felt it the second I saw you.” He kisses me again. “All my life, I thought I’d never find a woman. I never felt anything for anybody the way I feel about you. I thought it was just who I was. The sort of stuff I’m made of, maybe. Too tough. Too mean. You changed everything.”
I don’t say but the next time he kisses me. The lust carries us away as our lips meet with more obsession. Each meeting of our tongues and clashing of our lips is so much sweeter now that I know he wants it all, too.
A trick, a lie, a game, but no, it’s none of that. I trust him. He saved Dad. He defended my honor against that monster, Enzo.
Blake groans insistently when I pull at his shirt, leaning back to let me lift it over his head. His muscles gleam in the low light, each one like carved rock, his chest bulging and his abs solid.
“Your turn,” he says, smirking as he grabs my hoodie.
I lift my arms. He groans when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra. Shame tries to touch me when my breasts spill free. I can feel how large they are, and a horrible memory strikes me from months ago when I was in the bathroom studying myself, wondering if they were symmetrical.
I was wondering if any man could ever want me. I’ve got no doubt when Blake pushes my breasts together. Another groan shudders through him huskily as he sucks one of my nipples, moving his tongue around it and then taking the other in his mouth.
He makes a savage panting noise, my nipples tingling as he keeps sucking and licking possessively. He focuses on one, his other hand massaging my other breast, his fingers stroking across my nipples.
“When you moan like that, you almost turn me into a goddamn beast again,” he growls.
“Like w-what?”
“Like how you just did,” he says, then takes my nipple in his mouth.
He licks it quicker, then sucks on my nipple as he leans back, finally letting it go.
“I need to see all of you.”
I try to think of something sexy and confident to say, but I’m still a virgin. Nerves still cling to me.