Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“You okay?” Davis asks as he comes out with a giant cup in his hand. He bends down, pouring dog food into a bowl. The dog barks from somewhere in the house before I hear his feet on the ground in a mad dash toward us. He flies past me, stopping at his bowl. “You sure?”
He drops the plastic cup in the sink before coming over toward me. His hand raises and he brushes a piece of hair out of my face. I stare up at him. For the first time in my life I want something more from a man. I’m not sure what it is about Davis that has me, but he does.
It might be the way he looks at me. Not just that hunger I swear I see in his gaze but the gentle way he is with me. His touches are soft. So unlike the rest of him. Soft is not a word I thought I would have used about him the first time I laid eyes on him. Now that I’m seeing it I want it for myself. I want to see more of this hidden side of him.
“Did you like our kiss?” I ask. Why the hell not? When was I not assertive? I try not to blush but I’m not sure that is something one can stop. I never do it to begin with, but here I am sitting in a man’s kitchen blushing like a schoolgirl and hell if I don't kind of like it. It is so different than who I normally am. Or maybe who I try to be. I always try to be strong. To never show my weakness. I think I learned that from my brothers. Even though they raised me well, there were some things that they didn’t understand. Things that only a mom or a woman could teach you.
“Did I like our kiss?” He repeats my question like he doesn’t understand what I’m saying. I shift more in my chair. I have to bite my lip not to tell him it’s my first. He likely wouldn't believe me. No one kisses the girl that has four older brothers who look like they would pound you into the dirt. No one has the balls to go up against them. Not to mention I was always one of the boys. I wasn't in the section of what anyone thought of as sexy or desired. At least it often felt that way.
“Never mind.” He moves again, blocking me from getting up. Again that should make me mad, but it has the opposite effect on my body.
“I thought it was clear that I more than liked the kiss. If it’s words you need, I’ll give them to you.” He grabs me, lifting me from the chair and setting me on the counter. He presses into me. I gasp when his cock digs right into my sex.
“Men get hard when the wind blows.” I roll my eyes. I’m bluffing. I don’t know how often they get hard, but I want him to say it’s me. To tell me that I’m the one that’s causing him to react this way. That he desires me and wants me more than he’s ever wanted anything in his life. That I turn him on.
“Do they stay hard for hours? That’s how I’ve been since you rolled out of the truck.” He leans down, his mouth almost touching mine. “Even tried to take care of it myself. Still hard.” He pushes into me more. I whimper with need. His mouth takes mine again. He lifts me off the counter. I feel us moving but I don’t care.
I wrap around him, kissing him back. I rub myself up and down his cock trying to get the friction I need.
“Take it,” he tells me as he pins me up against a wall. “Use me, kitten. Rub your hot little cunt all over me until you come.”
I shake my head no. “I want to get you off too.”
“Almost there already, kitten. My cock has been leaking cum for hours watching you prance around my kitchen.” He presses more into me. I was doing that to him while I cooked? It’s empowering that I had such an effect on him.
“You’re going to come with me?” I hear myself ask the question, but the voice doesn't sound like mine.
“I’d do anything you asked me,” he says before he kisses me again. My nails dig into him as I grind against him. The orgasm hits me fast. I don’t know if it’s his words or the friction I needed. I think both. I rip my mouth from his as I cry out his name. My eyes fall closed. I cling to him as he keeps moving against me, riding out more of the orgasm for me.