Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She whimpers when I tuck my arm under her knees, bracing her back with my other hand, then lift her off her feet. “Told you it’d be easy,” I groan, carrying her toward the couch.
“Duke…” She grabs onto my neck, passionately digging her fingernails in. “I… I’m…”
I put her on the couch and kneel beside it so she’s lying down, ready to give her body to me. When I squeeze onto her thigh, my dick pulses, my shaft aching with seed. She moans, and then I kiss her hard. I kiss her so she can’t tell me the truth. She can’t confirm she really is Ryan’s ex. I’m a goddamn devil. I want to live in the lie.
She gasps through the kiss as I glide my hand up her leg, getting closer and closer to her core, the heat between her legs. I feel lightheaded from everything that’s happened in such a short time.
Her mouth opens in a moan of pure desire when I push my hand down between her legs, over her underwear. I can feel her wetness through the fabric. I lean back, letting me watch her as I begin rubbing her through her panties.
She rocks with me, her legs shaking, staring at me wide-eyed. “I’m a virgin,” she says, like she’s forcing the words out. “Just so you know…”
Oh, fuck. My balls feel like they could explode. She’s never felt a dick in her perfect, inexperienced pussy. She’s never been filled up. She’s never felt her man gliding deep, knowing that when he—I—erupt, I will come in her deep and hard. I’m going to fill her body with our future.
“I won’t push you,” I growl, “but I need to see you come for me. I need to feel your pussy get even wetter. You’re already so slick for me.”
She nods, biting her lip. Her eyes flicker like there’s something else she wants to say. I know what it is, obviously. Maybe a better man than me would stop, but right now, as I push her underwear aside, I don’t care. I can’t care. All I give a damn about is how hot she is, how ready.
She closes her eyes when I bring my hand to her naked clit, pushing my finger greedily against it.
“Look at me,” I snarl. “Don’t be shy.”
She opens her eyes, her cheeks turning a captivating shade of red. In my mind, I imagine Ryan walking down here, catching us. Maybe he still has feelings for Molly. They only broke up yesterday.
I move my finger down to her entrance and circle it, spreading her wetness. She claws onto my shoulders, staring at me.
“You’re going to soak my hand with your release,” I snarl. “You’re going to fucking drench me with your honey. Understand?”
“Y-y…”
“Understand?” I snap gruffly.
“Yes, Duke. Yes.” She moans, rocking against me.
I slide my finger into her slowly, knowing it’s wrong and there’s a decent chance I’ll regret this. I’d never regret the intimacy or being close to her, but I know nothing about her and Ryan’s relationship. I don’t know how or why it ended. Hell, this could even be some warped plan on Molly’s part, some twisted revenge, but I can’t believe that. My Molly wouldn’t do that.
She shifts against me so damn sexily as I slide my finger deeper, past my first knuckle, then go all the way. I push against her clit while I gently move my other finger in a small circle inside her hot, tight hole. She grips me so damn eagerly, making my dick ache as I imagine how she’ll feel wrapped around my shaft.
I move my finger faster, feeling so connected to her that I almost propose right now. My head’s doing some insane things this evening. I’m blaming it on the adrenaline, the fear, the anger. Or maybe it’s just the simple fact of her hot, needy pussy quivering around my finger, her body telling me she’s getting closer.
She’s a virgin. She’s my virgin. She’s never touched another man. No, she’s touched another man. She’s touched my son. She just didn’t have sex with him. Does that make it better? What if she’s lying? But why would she?
I lean down, press my lips against her neck, taste her body, her sweat, just her. I open my mouth and bite onto her skin softly. Maybe this is my way of claiming her. A bite to the throat, like I’m a goddamn vampire feeding on my son’s ex.
She moans and shivers against me, then suddenly, she stops. It’s like she’s taking a moment to gather all her pleasure. I can feel the tension about to snap in her. She whimpers, making the sexiest noise yet.
I have to lean back again to look at her, watching the lust burst through her young, perfect body. She shivers on the couch, her intense, passionate blush creeping down her neck. I moan and start massaging her breasts as her hole tightens around my finger like she’s holding onto me and never wants to let go.