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)
That same near-scared expression takes hold of her features, but then she pushes it away. A sense of daring, adventure, and youth washes over me when she looks at me like that. “I want that, too,” she whispers.
I can hear her nerves, but I can also hear the desire beneath.
“This is called a double-leg takedown,” I say.
“Huh?”
She squeals in delight when I wrap my arms around her, lift her off the floor, and gently lay her on her back. I lean back as she wraps her legs around me. “This is full guard,” I say, grinning, completely caught up in the moment.
She flushes. Her smile is a mirror of mine. I know that, on some level, we’re both detached from this moment. We’re both thinking about the expiration date, the impossibility. I also know, at this moment, neither of us cares. All that matters is now.
I grab her yoga pants and pull them down, revealing her perfect curviness inch by inch. Tossing them aside, I stare at her underwear, all twisted from the activity. Her lips are swollen as if filled with lust.
Kneeling down, I slide my hands up her legs, kissing her calves, the inside of her knees, then her thighs, tasting her sweat, tasting her. My cock is so hard I can hardly take it, but I need to feel her pussy creaming into my mouth, her juices telling me how badly she needs this.
Pulling down her underwear, I stare at her perfect pussy for a moment. Her pink hole glimmers with wetness. She’s so damn ready for this. I almost howl like a wild beast with the desire.
She nods, even if she still has that look in her eyes, half nerves, half excitement. I can tell she was honest when she said she’s a virgin. All of this is clearly new to her.
Fuck. I can’t think, not when I kiss up her thigh again, getting close to her center. I can smell her lust, a tempting scent of desire that draws me in. Placing my hands on her thighs, I bring my mouth to her pussy, indulging in her taste, running my tongue from her clit to her hole all over her folds. I groan as her lust washes over my tongue. There’s disbelief in her moans, and I know she’s never done this either. My perfect woman can’t believe how good it feels.
I bring my finger to her entrance as I tongue her clit. I could listen to her moans all day long, the lust shivering in her voice, the tension like at any second she could melt for me. She implied she wants to go all the way.
It’s not ideal, but I’ll give her the silk sheets and the luxury later. For now, all I care about is her quivering around my finger, the taste of her clit in my mouth as I suck on it and push my tongue against her hard. Her hips shift against me as she twitches up and down as if chasing more and more of the pleasure.
I sink my hands deeper into her thighs, obsessed with her curviness and the lust bursting out of her. When we’re deep into the pleasure of sharing this passion, all the other concerns seem ridiculous.
Who gives a damn if she’s my son’s ex? Who gives a damn if, every time Ryan looks at his future stepmom, he has to confront all the evil and twisted stuff he said?
I don’t. I can’t care. All that matters is my woman, the feel of her eager pussy, her hole getting even wetter as I flick my tongue against her clit repeatedly. I push my finger deeper, attacking her horny clit and making small circle patterns inside her.
She grinds her hips up and down, and then her moaning gets even more urgent. I want to lean back to look at her, but nothing can pull me away from her, especially when she starts to pulse around my finger. I swear I can feel her clit getting bigger in my mouth, too. She pulses with her release, moaning loudly, squeezing her fingernails against the matted floor. I fuck her tight, horny hole with my finger. I own her clit. I claim it with each tongue stroke.
Finally, she stops shivering, her breath coming fast. I lean back and climb onto my knees, my hand already going for the waistband of my shorts. My balls are so full, roaring at me to claim her, to take her hard right now. To drive deep and explode inside her so that her perfect virgin body has to get pregnant.
“Molly,” I say passionately. “When I fuck you, I’m cl—”
Claiming you for life, I was about to say, but then there’s a crash and shattering glass. I leap to my feet and raise my hands instinctively. Whatever’s happening, it would take an army to get close to my woman. I’ll die. I’ll kill before that happens.