Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I moan into his mouth and allow myself to be taken on a journey right now. His hands are on my head, gripping my hair, guiding me the way he wants me and I am going to let him. Let him is not accurate. I am not sure I could stop if I wanted to.
He pulls back, his forehead touching mine. My eyes are closed at first, I refuse to move from the fog he has me in. “Open your eyes, baby.” His lips touch each of them, prompting mine to open. “There she is. I missed you.” He says before kissing me once more and pulling back. His words spread warmth over me like honey and peanut butter. He tips my chin back forcing me to look him in his eyes. The connection between us is always tangible, even from across the room. But right now, staring at one another, touching each other, I don’t know who I was before him. So I simply tell him the truth.
“I missed you too.” his shoulders lax showing me how tense he was, almost as if he weren’t sure if I felt the same.
“Come on baby. I want to take you somewhere.” Fingers locked and steps in sync, I follow him into the night. There is a lot to be said about the fact that I have no clue where we are going and I am not worried in the slightest. My trust in him is rapid, consuming and without end. Somehow, I know he won’t hurt me and that with him, I am safe.
After a twenty minute walk, we come to a park by the lake that I grew up around, but when he pulls me further around the back of it and it opens into this alcove, it appears private and is blocked by a cluster of trees. Unless you are intentionally searching for this, I am not sure how you would find it. It is like an island within a park within a town. “Wow. How did you find this? I have lived here my entire life and didn’t know this was here.” I say to him looking around in amazement. To be fair, my father keeps us pretty closed up.
“I learned about it from a friend.”
“It’s so beautiful..” I say staring into the lake.
“Not as beautiful as you, Pequeña.” I look at him briefly before turning my head in a blush. Seems direct compliments get to me. He walks closer to me and I begin to lose my ability to speak. Shoot. I should try to ask him what I want to know. The one question that won’t stop rolling around in my head even though Jezebel keeps kicking it away with her inappropriate side conversations.
“Why me? I..” I don’t get the rest of the question out. He cuts me off with his mouth on mine, his tongue invades my senses immediately and without remorse. My eyes are closed and my senses are surrounded by a lust so strong I am afraid it is going to pull me under. I feel myself moving, falling backward and I am unsure if it is really happening or if I am just drugged.
My back hits the ground beneath us answering that question and his weight is once again on me. I am so dizzy. So lust-drunk and so needy right now. Dear God. I am being invaded by ants with torches, crawling all over me, singeing my skin, but instead of burning and leaving scars, I am being flayed.
“Look at your nipples, my Pequeña. They are so hard and begging me to taste them again.” His voice is deep and husky like he has been holding on to something hard for quite some time. His mouth hovers over my nipples but he doesn’t cover them with his mouth. No. He stops and stares at me, his warm breath a stark contrast against the cool air.
“Alex.” I push my chest toward his mouth, no shame in my wanton behavior. Right now, Jezebel is in my ear, giving me pointers, telling me how to get what I want. “Please.”
“Ah shit, baby. My cock is fucking bucking against my legs trying to get to that warm pussy. Your innocent begging is making him a feral beast. Is that what you want? For me to fuck you like a wild animal out here with the water surrounding us?” His words are so filthy and not meant to be spoken to someone who is pure like me. Except, I am not me right now. I am her. Jezebel. And she is screaming, demanding I answer yes to him and strip my clothes off. So why aren’t you? Fucking hicks. She has no manners.
“I want....I don’t know.” I tell him to be honest. He nods, his nostrils flaring. Kissing my nipples softly, he moves onto my mouth before moving back and pulling me onto his lap, straddling him.