Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
3
DEREK
This is my worst idea yet. I should take the words back and pretend I never said them. But tonight, my insides are messed up. I’m raw and exposed and angry. So damn angry that I’ll never know Wynter the way I want to. That there’s so much I can’t give her.
I spent the entire movie aware of her every movement. The way her chest rose with each inhale and the soft sound of her exhales. The way she pulled her knees up into her seat and wrapped her arms around them. The flash of white cotton underwear I caught when she moved.
Despite the way I’m caging her in, I’d step aside if she pushed against me in an instant. Hell, there’d only have to be a flicker of fear in her gaze for me to retreat. But my little one is brave. She doesn’t fear me, despite the fact that all I can think about twenty-four seven is devouring her.
“And that’s a problem?” She whispers.
I drop my head until I’m so close that we’re sharing the same air. Her breaths are my breaths and it’s right. Being so close I can feel the heat coming from her body is right. Watching her pupils widen with arousal is right. “It’s a big fuckin’ problem.”
“Remind me why again.” The tremor in her voice is my undoing.
I slide my hands around these curves I’ve spent hours jacking myself raw to. Lower and lower, I move. The entire time I’m waiting for her to slap my face, to tell me I’m her boss and this is harassment. But she never does and eventually my greedy fingers find the apex of her thighs.
I cup her sweet mound. Even though there are two layers of fabric between us, I could nearly come right here. I want nothing more than to probe her soft, swollen folds with my fingers.
“Because I’m going to claim this tight little pussy. Going to fill your beautiful cunt until every step you take tomorrow reminds you of what it feels like to be owned by me.”
She whimpers and I lose all control. I lower my head and press my lips against hers. A kiss like this should be sweet and tender. But that would tip my hand. She’d see everything and she’d know that she owns me. I’ve been in love with her since the day she entered my station.
So, I kiss her with all the intensity I’ve been holding back. The energy coursing between us is fierce and primal and raging. There’s no way to hold it back, no way to temper this thing between us.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming her. Demanding that she give me what I want. I’ve never been a gentle man and I’m not about to change now. I’ll take everything she’s willing to give me. I’ll consume her until there’s nothing left.
“Derek,” she groans my name when I part long from her enough to let her greedily suck in oxygen. Fuck it all, my name on her lips is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, and it makes my cock swell even more behind my fly. That’s when I realize she’s thrusting her pussy into my hand. She’s shamelessly rubbing her cunt against my big fingers.
“Do you ever touch this sweet pussy?” I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve gotten off to the thought of her touching herself. Of looming over her and watching her stick her hand down her panties. I’d listen as she touched herself, savor every sweet inhale.
“Sometimes,” she murmurs. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are glassy. Her hips are circling my fingers, desperately seeking her release.
“Do you think of me when you do it?” I demand. If she calls some other fucker’s name right now, I’ll lose my shit. I can’t stand the idea that she might be touching what’s mine and calling someone else’s name.
“Every. Time.” Her words are a harsh gasp, like she can’t believe she just admitted that to me.
“Then you’ve earned a reward, my little one.”
She moans, low in the back of her throat. She likes being called mine and I file that away. Some voice in the back of my head—my only link to reality—tries to remind me that she’s not mine. But I silence it. Right now, she belongs to me. All of her, body and soul and like the bastard I am, I’ll take what I want.
I flip up the bottom of her dress and plunge my fingers into her panties. She’s so slick and wet, her curls are soaked. The rightness of touching her like this settles over me. I should be doing this every damn day. Taking care of my woman and keeping her satisfied with relentless orgasms.
I trace her folds and when I find her entrance, I sink my finger into her. The wet heat has me swallowing a groan. She’s perfect. Tight enough to drive a man wild. But she’ll never take me if I don’t stretch her first.