Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I even painted a heart on her pillow with my fingertip.
I considered her toothbrush but by then my jizz was getting pretty flaky and I may act like a lunatic, but I wanted to stay just this side of the line.
For now.
I won’t tell her that she’ll never find her hairbrush because I wanted the hairs that were stuck to it. That I couldn’t leave without taking a bra and a pair of panties from her underwear drawer. I’ll leave out that I ransacked her bathroom, nightstands and dresser drawers looking for birth control of any kind. Thank fuck, there was none.
I’m sick. Sick. Sick.
Sick for her. She’s the only medicine I’ll ever need.
She’s standing there shaking her pretty blonde head, but her chest is rising and falling with short breaths, her nipples pebbling through her little button up turquoise tank top. I see her thighs tremble as they tighten together. “You’re crazy.”
I nod. “You drive me crazy, Anna. I can’t think, can’t sleep, can’t eat. I need you and you’re mine. No fucking way you don’t know that.”
“I should scream for help. I should run.” Despite her words, there’s a smile pulling at the corners of her lips. She meets my gaze, and the blue in her eyes twinkles. “You know my dad would tear shoot your balls off told him about this, right?”
“I doubt that very much, baby. But, even so, you and I both know you’re not going to tell him. Because you know I’m right.”
“Cocky much?” She scowls. She’s annoyed. I get that. It’s fair. She’s a badass and I’m on her turf. She draws a deep breath, then I see the grin as she opens her mouth and lets it go, “Help! Dad! There’s an intrud—”
I’m on her before the last word is out, clasping my hand over her mouth as I push her back, her body thudding against the door on a muffled grunt. My other hand flattens against her stomach, and the urge to slip my hand down and grab her pussy is almost unbearable.
Until she does it for me.
Her tiny fingers slide around my wrist then tug. Dragging it low as I keep my eyes pinned on hers and what do I see?
Amusement. Fear. Excitement.
All the emotions vie with each other as they cross her features, as she pulls my hand to the spot between her legs, where her scandalously-tiny shorts crease into her pussy.
“Damp,” I grunt, and see her nod, her breath expelling through her nose warm across my knuckles as my hand stays firmly pressed over her lips. “This is what I do to you. This is what we mean to each other.” Then the anger bubbles back up again as I press my fingers into her warmth. “Tell me about this fiancé of yours,” I growl, pulling my hand away even as hers tries to tug me back, but she’s no match for my strength.
A frustrated moan escapes her plump lips as I drop my hand from her mouth, her hips driving forward, searching for what’s been taken away.
“Answer the fucking question,” I hiss.
“There is no fiancé,” she groans, arching her back, pulling away from the door, but I slam her back, her grin at the rough play making me so fucking hard I could hammer nails into a rock with my dick.
“Your dad said you’re engaged.” I shove my hand back between her legs, taking a hard handful of what’s mine.
“Oh, God—” She chokes out, licking her upper lip, her eyes drifting. “I’m not. He’s just—God—he’s just the guy my parents picked. It’s the way they do things. To them, I’m engaged. There’s nothing I can do about that.”
“The fuck there isn’t.” I press my fingers upward driving the fabric of her shorts and whatever she has on underneath into what I know is her soaking opening. Jesus, just thinking about her sticky underwear is driving me wild. I want to rip them from her, inhale their sweet scent, lick every drop. “Tell me who he is,” I demand. “I’m going to go introduce myself and make sure he understands the new order of things.”
She shakes her head, little hitches in her breath as I keep my iron grip on her cunt. “No. Please. It will upend my world, and I just want to enjoy this. I want to enjoy you. Us. Please. I need this to be just us. An escape, no one else in our world.”
The pain in her voice wraps around my heart and I let it go, but there’s no scenario in which she will be married to anyone but me. It’s bullshit whatever is going on, but right now, getting my face between her legs and lapping that sweet fountain of her nectar is all that matters.
I’ve never been attracted to a woman like this. Outside of a few minor rub ups in my youth, I never really gave it a thought. But, the idea of being buried balls deep in Anna’s soft, wet cunt is an obsession I couldn’t comprehend before her.