Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
I know all of this is happening quickly, but for once in my life, I don’t want to have to think about every single move I make. I just want to do what feels good. I don’t want to miss out on another second of living.
I rub my hand back and forth across the hard bulge in his pants. "Garrett." It's so freaking big. I'm curious what it looks like. "I know when I'm here I get to do anything I want." I lick my lips. "You even said so," I remind him, pressing down hard to rub him.
"Fuck me," he growls, closing his eyes. "You're going to make me come just doing that."
"Really?" I'm surprised because I have no freaking clue what I'm doing.
"Snow, my cock has been hard since you opened your eyes for the first time." I remember that. The first word he spoke was "green." My mom hated my eyes. She wanted them to be blue, but with her, everything is about appearance. Libby has striking blue eyes.
“Does it hurt?” I feel silly, like I’m just petting him, so I stop.
“A good hurt.” I recall the throb I felt when I was in his lap this morning. It felt the same way for me. I even have it now. It's growing with need by the second.
“Can I keep going?”
“You can do anything you want, Snow.” Garrett grips the sides of his chair.
“I’m kind of shy and have no clue what I’m doing,” I admit.
“You can do no wrong.” Not sure I believe that. “Promise,” he adds. "What did I tell you about my word?”
“You always mean what you say.”
That gives me the courage I need to slip my fingers into the waistband of his pants and tug. Garrett watches me as I free his cock. I tentatively wrap my hands around it. I can barely get my fingers around him.
“It’s soft,” I whisper more to myself. “I mean, it’s hard but—” Heat flushes my cheeks. “It’s soft and hard.” I didn’t know that was possible. “And big.”
“You’re making it bigger.” Garrett's voice comes out rough. I can see the desire in his eyes.
When I see a bead of liquid form on the tip, I lick my lips. I wonder what he tastes like. When my mother told me about sex, she said sometimes you have to take your husband into your mouth. That you should do anything in your power to please your man. I swore I’d never do that part of it because I would throw up all over them, but now, here with Garrett, I want to do that. I want to taste him.
I swipe my thumb across the head of his cock. “Snow.” Garrett’s tone is filled with warning, but I’m not sure why. I don’t stop. I bring my thumb to my mouth and suck. It’s salty but not terrible. “Fuck me.” His grip on the chair's arms tightens, and I hear his voice grow louder.
“Show me.” I wrap my hand around his cock again. Garrett wraps his hand around mine.
“A little firmer.” He tightens his hold. “Now you stroke.” Garrett moves his hand up and down over mine, while I continue to hold his cock. After a few strokes, he lets go, going back to gripping the arms of the chair.
His breathing starts to grow more rapid as I speed up. I slip off his lap and down to my knees. “Snow,” he barks.
“What?” I lick my lips. “Aren’t I supposed to take it into my mouth?”
“You aren’t required to do anything.” I swear Garrett’s eyes are darker now. I can sense he is on edge. It’s taking everything in him to stay in the chair. What would he do if he left it?
“But I want to.” I lean forward, swiping my tongue across the head again to get the cum that has leaked out. The second I do, another bead forms.
When I wrap my mouth around the head, Garrett lets out a growl. His fingers sink into my hair. “That’s it, babe; take more into your mouth,” he tells me. I sink farther down. “Suck.”
I do as he instructs me, taking as much of him as I can. I suck at the same time and start to use my tongue too. More of his sweet saltiness fills my mouth, letting me know he’s enjoying what I’m doing. That only spurs me on more. I never knew that I would react this way to giving a man pleasure. But I know it’s only because it’s him.
“Ah, fuck. That's it. You’re sucking me so good.” My core clenches as heat floods my entire body. I open my mouth wider, trying to take more of him. “Such a good girl, aren't you?”
I don’t know why, but his praise only makes the throb between my thighs grow. I do want to be a good girl for him. To make it so good that he can never let me go.