Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
“Yes. I want to smell your pussy on my blankets. I want to know these pretty little nipples have rubbed against the sheets I’ll sleep on tomorrow night.”
She gasps as I give her nipples a sharp squeeze. “Okay,” she says a little breathlessly. “I’ll take my clothes off when I go back upstairs. I would have if you were sleeping with me, I was just… afraid… someone else might come in.”
Her words break as I squeeze and roll her nipples between my fingers while she talks. Her eyes drift shut, her head lolling back as I keep her pinned here, playing with her tits.
Since her eyes are closed and she won’t expect it, I grab the bottle of ice cold water she sat down on the counter when I came in. I press it against her warm skin and she jumps at the sudden chill.
“Sh.” I lean in, pressing my lips against hers. I drag the cool bottle across her belly and around to her side. She sucks in a breath that I feel against my mouth as I lower the bottle, pushing it past the waistband of her sleep shorts.
She squirms, not knowing where I’ll put it next, but probably suspecting.
I push it between her legs, catch her breath on my lips as the cold bottle rests against her inner thigh.
“Milo,” she whines before kissing me a few times on my lips, on the corners of my mouth. They’re needy kisses. She’s begging without words for me to touch her where she needs it most.
I put the bottle back down on the counter. My hand is still cool where I was holding it, so I press that palm against her nipple. She gasps into my mouth, and I take her bottom lip between my teeth.
“Come to the couch,” I say roughly as I kiss her.
She follows me, our mouths still connected as we make our way to the couch, our hands roaming one another’s bodies.
I’m wearing black sweats and a T-shirt since I’m sleeping downstairs where it’s cooler, but Kennedy grabs the hem and yanks it over my head.
I laugh as I fall back on the couch. She grins, yanking it off and throwing it, then straddling my lap, her pretty little ass pressed against my thighs.
Fuck, she is beautiful. I push her hair out of her face, then let my hand linger for a moment, caressing the curve of her jaw.
That feeling comes back, the one that feels eerily close to love.
I can’t express it right now—that would fuck her all up—but the feeling lodges in my chest. I can feel it like a physical thing.
It expands as Kennedy bends to kiss my bare chest. She kisses as low as she can while she’s on my lap, then she lifts back up and starts kissing her way across my shoulder and up my neck.
The whole time, she moves her hips and grinds her pussy on my rock-hard cock.
“I want you inside me,” she whispers before nipping at my ear.
Christ.
I want that, too, but right now, while things are so up in the air, it doesn’t seem right. I know sex isn’t casual for her. She’s holding out for love, and while I might be starting to feel it, I don’t know where she’s at. Lust, absolutely. Love, I don’t know.
“Please,” she whispers to entice me as she kisses her way along my hard jaw and pushes her pussy against my cock, only the thin material of my sweatpants in the way.
“Stand up,” I tell her.
She drags her pussy against my cock on her way off my lap and I give her a playfully narrowed look.
“What?” she says innocently, touching her own tits since she noticed I liked that in the dressing room.
“Take your fucking clothes off.”
Her eyes widen slightly, then she makes quick work of getting naked. Once every scrap of clothing is off her body, she’s standing in front of me, fucking gorgeous with her tits out, her skin flushed…
Fuck.
“Now mine.”
She glances at my lower body, then drops to her knees to kneel so prettily at my feet as she drags off my sweats, then my boxer briefs. Once I’m naked, she improvises a little, taking my cock in her hand and stroking it while she looks up at me.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
Her eyes glint with pleasure and she smiles up at me. “I’m glad you think so.”
I reach out to caress her face, but while it’s there, I push my fingers into her hair to get a good grip on the back of her skull. “Suck,” I say, guiding her down as I give the order.
She doesn’t hesitate. She takes my cock into her mouth and worships it as my head lolls back against the couch.
I caress her head while she works me, murmuring curses and reassurances to let her know she’s doing a good job, and her enthusiasm picks up. She starts to moan as she sucks me, her body moving restlessly. I can tell she’s turned on, too, so I let her pop off and reposition.