Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Jesus Christ. She’s edible. Literally.
In this moment, I think I might actually be capable of eating her. Sinking my teeth into her and feasting on her delectable flesh, getting her inside of me by any means necessary.
“God knows he’d want to play with these, wouldn’t he?” I say thickly, stumbling forward and skidding the table back another few inches while my palms rake down her tits, massaging them with immoral hands, my cock leaking down the leg of my jeans. Overcome with the fervor I usually handle alone. “He probably jacks himself off thinking about these sweet little breasts. How much they like being touched.”
“How can you tell…they like being touched?” she gasps, arching her back.
“You’re pushing them right into my hands. And these nipples…” I pluck them with my knuckles, two, three times on each side, absorbing the sound of her moan into my bloodstream. “God, baby. Look how fucking stiff they are.”
The longer I fondle her tits and pinch her nipples, the more she starts to whimper and move restlessly against the table. I can’t take my hands off them. I can’t stop splaying my fingers over the entirety of them and arcing my thumbs over those pretty buds in the center. But surely my obsession is beginning to bleed through, so I move on, forcing my hands to move lower along with my wild gaze, caging her hips and gripping, pressing both thumbs into her belly button, before tracking them down to the slit of her cunt, massaging circles into the very top of it.
“Ohhhhh,” she whines, tilting her hips—and I finally look down at her sex to find her bare and glistening. A shiny, virgin treasure that I’ve obtained through foul means, but so be it. Her cunt is a work of art, pure and fresh and wet. “You think he wants to touch me there, too?”
I sound like Satan himself when I answer. “I have no doubt he wants to touch you here most of all, angel. This is what I need to do to get into his head. So I can find him and stop him.”
She nods at me bravely, biting her lip, slowly boosting herself into a sitting position on the edge of the table. “Okay.” She spreads her thighs open just barely an inch and my seed almost bursts out everywhere. Can she not tell at this point that I’m insane? My eyes feel like glowing coals, my skin tighter than new leather. My dick protrudes beneath the zipper of my jeans and rests against her inner thigh. Does she not know what my stiffness means? Or is she too caught up in my touch to register my arousal? “I trust you,” she whispers.
The little conscience I still have weighs down with guilt, but it’s nothing compared to my desperation to possess this girl. “Good, angel.” I spread her pussy flesh open with the pad of my thumb and rub gentle circles on top of her clit, witnessing the death of her innocence up close, the moment she discovers why women like to fuck, as much as men. Because of that little button she’s been keeping just for me—her pet monster. “But let’s be extra clear, I’m the only person you will ever trust. Over your brother, your parents, your god. Everyone. There’s no one but me.”
“I don’t…” She’s slurring her words, her neck loose, barely able to keep her head up. “Why? I don’t understand.”
“You will. Spread your legs.” I groan over the fact that she obeys me without question, rewarding her by moving the pad of my thumb quicker, quicker, firmer, watching moisture seep out of her innocent slit and onto the table. This is my fantasy come to life and I can barely believe it’s happening. What’s more, she’s enjoying it. She’s enjoying the touch of the man who has been forcing her to live in fear. Caged and helpless. I hate myself, but this madness has me in its clutches. It won’t let go. “Put your heels up on the table for me. He probably wakes up every morning wondering what your little holes look like all in a row.”
My God. The way she lifts her feet so easily and props her heels on the very edge of the table, all supple flexibility, while looking me right in the eye, exposing all of herself to me at once, almost sends me to an early grave. She’s open and spread, mewling at the continued torture of my thumb on her clit, her mouth right there in front of me, moist and panting—and my restraint takes another nosedive, urging my lips up against hers.
Closer. Firmer.
And then I’m kissing Scout Snyder.
I’m kissing her beautiful mouth, fucking it with my tongue like it’s my job while I play with that swollen pearl between her thighs. She tastes like an explosion of sunlight and honey and happiness. Redemption and oblivion and sin. She tastes like a lifetime that I need to live.