Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16556 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
I hesitate before deciding that she’s mine now, which makes me hers. So, she’ll see them eventually.
She resumes unbuttoning my shirt as soon as I drop my hands. Then I’m letting her help me out of it. In the mirror behind her, I catch a glimpse of the ugly scars that wrap their way around my shoulder and bicep, stopping just at my forearm.
It’s hard to hide the deformity. There are clearly chunks of muscle missing from my bicep. The doctors said I was lucky to regain full use of the arm.
She traces the scars with her fingertips. “Does it hurt?”
I don’t have a right to complain about the physical pain. “I watched every man in my unit die that day. But at least, I got a purple piece of metal out of it.” I can’t keep the sarcasm from my voice.
She slides off the sink and kneels on the floor, undoing my belt.
My breathing speeds up. “What are you doing?”
She pushes down my pants and underwear. “I’m thanking you for your service, soldier.”
Then she leans forward and kisses my cock. Her lips are feather soft as she moves from the root to the tip, worshipping my body like I’m not scarred or broken.
She wraps her lips around me and sucks lightly before backing away. The slight trembling motion and her hesitancy have me putting the pieces together pretty quick.
She’s never done this before. She’s never given a blowjob and damn if it doesn’t make me feel like a king to know I’m the only one who’s ever had the privilege of those pretty lips on my cock.
She takes me deeper with each round and I stay as still as I can, trying to let her learn her way around my body.
But after a few minutes, I’m tangling my fingers in her hair and working that pouty little mouth, guiding it exactly where I need it.
Then I’m reaching the edge, the place where there’s only the abyss of pleasure waiting for me. Summoning my strength, I pull from her mouth, liking the wet pop it makes as I leave her.
She peers up at me anxiously. “Did I do it wrong?”
I touch her cheek, feeling an unexpected rush of tenderness for her. “That was fuckin’ amazing. But I need to be inside your pussy the first time I come with you.”
6
LACEY
Ryan helps me stand and when I stumble on my feet, he wraps an arm around my waist and steadies me.
The entire time I was going down on him, he was touching my face. He was telling me how beautiful I am, how I drive him crazy, and how he likes the feel of my mouth.
The door rattles, and I send him a worried glance.
He shakes his head mouthing, “I made sure it was locked and secure.”
I relax as soon as he says the words. Of course, I’m safe with Ryan. He’d never let me get publicly embarrassed.
“Face the mirror,” his breathing is still uneven from the way I had him in my mouth. “I want you to watch while I fuck you.”
Then his hands are on the skirt of my dress, yanking it up and cool air rushes over my ass, making me grateful I chose the thong.
He tugs on my panties, and they rub against my clit.
I groan at the sensation. Being down on my knees didn’t just make me feel powerful and sexy. It also made me ache for Ryan all over again. “Don’t rip them. They’re all I have for this event.”
He considers this. “I like the idea of you walking around like that.”
“Until someone else sees me,” I counter. I’d be mortified if I accidentally flashed anyone at the masquerade.
He tips my face toward him. His expression is one of pure rage. “You don’t joke about that. No one gets to see what’s mine.”
I shiver at the words. I’m sure they’re just something he’s saying. But I like the idea way too much, of finally having someone who would actually claim me.
He pulls my underwear down, helping me step out of them. Then he nudges my heel with his shoe. “Wide apart, sweetheart. It’s the only way you’ll be able to take this.”
Anticipation has butterflies in my stomach and my pelvic muscles contracting. My mouth goes dry as I watch him in the mirror. He rolls on a condom quickly and positions himself at my entrance.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as erotic as the look of concentration on his face as he lines my body up with his.
“Brace yourself on the counter,” he commands.
I do as he instructs, noticing the way it pushes my breasts forward. I’ve always thought they were too big. But after the way Ryan called them pretty, now I think they must be amazing.
He thrusts into me quickly and even though I try not to, I whimper. He presses a kiss to my bare shoulder. “I’ll never let it hurt like this again.”