Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“We’ll figure out a way.”
Kace grabbed his body wash and lathered it on his hands, cleaning off every inch of my body. By the time we’d washed and dried off and were out of the shower, a low crackle of nervousness had filled my body.
I wanted it. I wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked by Kace, and I’d been fantasizing about it nonstop.
But I was still nervous about something I’d never done before. I had no clue how it would be, and yet again, I found myself in a situation where Kace was so much more experienced than I was, even though he was so much younger.
“On your knees,” Kace said, and like a switch had been flipped, all of my nerves disappeared. How was he so fucking good at that? The moment he told me to do something, I felt more comfortable, somehow.
I dropped onto all fours on top of his bed. There was no way he was just going to lube himself up and stick it in right away. No chance—
“Fuck,” I whispered as I felt his fingertips gently skate across my hole. It was just his hand, and already I was nothing but a bundle of sensation, attuned to every tiny little move he made. I stared down at the cream colored bedsheets.
“Relax,” Kace said softly, just running his finger along my hole, not even pressing inside.
“I am relaxed.”
“No, you’re not.”
I heard the sound of a little plastic bottle cap being popped, and a moment later his fingers were slick as they ran across me. My skin prickled with more anticipation.
I tried to do as he told me. I relaxed my whole body, closing my eyes for a moment.
The moment he pushed one finger inside me, I finally started to relax. Because I realized that I had absolutely fucking nothing to be nervous about.
“I like that,” I managed to say. “God, why do I already like that so much?”
“Doesn’t matter why,” Kace said, his voice dropping a register. “Let yourself enjoy it.”
He was right. For once, I wanted to quiet my mind and not analyze why I did or didn’t like something. I just wanted to feel it. I really, really fucking wanted to have him inside me, no matter how much that would have shocked me to hear, even six months ago.
When he pushed a second finger inside me, the stretch came with a slight bit of pain. Kace could tell immediately, because I was pretty sure I tensed up like a damned spring the moment it hit me.
“I’m going to go slow for you, Daddy,” he murmured, and instantly it was as if my body melted under his touch. Melted from his fucking words.
“I can take it,” I said. “I can take you.”
“I know you can,” he said.
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Patience.”
I let out a low groan as he slowly fucked me open with his fingers, knowing I barely had any patience left. But I’d wait, because he wanted me to. Apparently, I could do just about anything if the instructions came from Kace Tomlin.
As I got used to the feeling of his fingers inside me, I slowly realized that I trusted Kace more than I had ever really trusted anyone I’d been with. For so long, I’d always been on my guard when it came to sex and relationships. I’d always tried to be in control, somehow, even though it never really worked.
With Kace, I had none of that. I trusted what he did. Trusted what he wanted. And I trusted that we both knew each other, and only wanted the best things for each other, through and through.
After a while, Kace pulled his fingers out and I missed the feeling instantly. A moment later, he smacked my ass, a quick, sharp sting that quickly turned into a rush of heat through my body.
“Fucker,” I said, sucking in a breath.
“You’re not ready for me,” he said.
I furrowed my brow, turning around to face him. “Like hell I’m not.”
He cocked an eyebrow, a look of mischief on his face. “Prove it.”
“I’ll prove it once you’re dick deep inside me,” I challenged him.
Kace reached down to his cock, giving it a squeeze. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“So show me,” I said, my voice coming out a little too needy. Screw it, though. Kace was allowed to see me needy. To hear me beg. TO know exactly how much I really wanted everything he could give me.
Kace leaned over toward the nightstand, picking up a condom that I hadn’t even known he’d put there. He ripped open the packet and rolled it on, looking back up at me like he owned me.
“I fucking love how much you want this.” His voice was low, almost serious, as he said it. He was still surprised, somehow, even after how many times I’d shown him exactly how much I wanted him.