Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 178(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
“I think that’s your fault.” She sits up and her nipples graze my chest as she kisses me. I dig my fingers into her hair, deepening the kiss.
“Tinsley.” I groan her name when I feel her hand wrap around my cock.
“Reed.” She gives me a teasing smile as she guides the head of my cock to her entrance.
“Are you sore?” That’s the only thing that would get me to stop right now. I never want to hurt her.
“I ache.” She sits up, coming all the way down on my cock. “That’s much better.”
I grab her hips. It takes everything inside me to not flip her over and rut inside of her until she passes out again.
She places her hands on my chest to balance herself as she slides up before dropping back down. Her perfectly round tits bounce with each movement. I really haven’t given them the attention I should. I’ll fix that next time. Right now is about Tinsley. She’s in control and taking what she wants.
She lets out little moans as she picks up her speed. My balls draw up tight, already wanting to come inside her. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last. I release her hip and bring my thumb to her clit, stroking her. Her pussy clamps down around my cock as we both come together. She falls onto my chest. I wrap her in my arms, holding her tight as she tries to catch her breath. She hadn't tried to pull out either. Nor had she said one word about me coming inside of her.
“This is so much better than anything I could have dreamed of.” She looks up at me. I brush a blond lock of hair out of her face.
“Me too.” I trace her swollen lips with my thumb, making her smile. Then her stomach gives a loud growl, reminding me that I haven't fed her dinner. She giggles, dropping her face to my chest to hide.
“I need to feed you.” I sit up, keeping her against me.
“I don’t wanna. This is comfortable.” She pouts. Fuck she’s adorable.
“We have all night, sweetheart. After we eat I promise we’ll be back in this bed.” Her whole face lights up before she gives me a quick kiss and jumps off my lap. I groan as my cock slips out of her tightness.
“Is it normal to be this hard all the time?” She looks down at my cock.
“I don’t know about anyone else, but it is for me when you’re around.”
“Oh.” She bites her bottom lip as her cheeks tint pink.
“We’ll need to get dressed or we’ll never make it through a meal.”
“Right.” She laughs. “Meet you in the kitchen. I’m ordering us pizza.” She bends down, trying to give me a quick kiss, but I grab her around the back of the neck, stopping her so I can take my time and get a taste of her. I let her go. She holds her hands up and takes a few steps back. “At this rate we’ll never get out of here.”
“Run.” I make a half-hearted grab for her. She dodges me as she runs from the bedroom. Her laughter fills the house as she goes. I sit on the side of the bed. My chest burns. I didn't know I could be this happy. How starved I’d been without Tinsley. I’ve moved through life like a grumpy asshole. I’ve been a bear with a thorn in my paw. I found pleasure in nothing because the one thing I wanted I thought I could never have. Now that I do have her there is the feeling of impending doom hanging over me. I haven’t been able to shake it.
I have to tell her everything. Talk to her about telling her parents too. Need to wipe the slate clean of anything that might try and pull us apart. Then I’ll be able to shake this feeling and not worry that at any moment my Tinsley could be gone. Because now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’d rather starve than have anything else. She is it for me. Always was and always will be my everything.
I stand, making my way to my closet to get dressed. I head down the hallway, hearing Tinsley ordering pizza. I smile, knowing the order is going to be beyond ridiculous. I step into my office to turn off the light when my phone rings. I look down at it, seeing it’s Tinsley’s dad. Why the hell is he calling me? They always call her.
“Fuck.”
That bad feeling creeps back in. I won’t lose her. It’s too late. There’s no going back now.
She is mine.
18
Tinsley
I pull on some leggings and a sweater before I put my hair up in a knot. I stop to look at myself in the mirror. I feel different. That might sound crazy, but I do. I think I look a little different too. It might have something to do with the fact that I’ve never been happier in my life.