Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25839 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“No.”
She leans on the counter and I reach for her hand.
“I’m hungry. If you remember, my sister cock blocked my dessert last night.”
She smiles as her eyes sparkle and a tight grin tugs on her lips. “That she did. I hope we can mend that fence with her. She didn’t seem to like me on her desk.”
“Already done. Now, come. I want to show you something.”
I shift her body in front of me, hands on her shoulders, and walk her step by step toward the back of the bus to the closed door.
“Open it.”
She tosses me this cute, little girl sort of look over her shoulder before she reaches for the handle. The door clicks open as she pushes, and her little gasp as her hands fly to her mouth, along with the way she does this little skip jump in place, is just the reaction I wanted.
“You are crazy.”
I ease her forward into the room, lit with low candles in glass holders. The scent of roses swirls with her own sweet scent.
The room is lined with vases of white roses. A thousand of them, but that’s not all.
She walks to the vase sitting on a little dresser, everything is siliconed in place to make sure they don’t turn over or fall during the dirve, but I’m happy with what they were able to do in the time frame I gave them.
“What’s with the one red rose?” She turns, her finger touching the red petals in the sea of white.
“It’s you. Everything else is white and plain, but you? You are red and bright. The red rose I’ve been looking for my entire life.”
I’m feeling like the luckiest man on Earth when I ease the zipper down on the back of her navy and white polka-dot dress.
“I’m keeping you.” I nuzzle against her neck, slipping the straps down her shoulders, letting it fall at her feet, feeling like a king when she doesn’t protest. “Just so you know, so it’s clear.”
I feel her lungs fill, and I know she’s going to give me some sassy retort. But I cut her off at the pass with the trifecta of my teeth on the nape of her neck, one hand sliding down her belly and taking a handful of her pussy, while my other slips under her bra to tweak her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
“Jesus.” That’s all she manages, her head falling back into my chest and her body quakes as I strum her clit with my finger, enjoying the warm juicy wetness I’ve not stopped thinking about since I touched her last night.
I kiss her neck and grind my hard-on against her ass.
She strains, turning her head to look at me. “I have a secret.”
“What’s that, baby?”
“Last night? At the restaurant?”
“Yes.” I ease her around so she’s facing me, sitting her down on the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of her.
“I’ve never—” She worries her lip and pops those red lips together, and my balls feel like they’re filled with lead weights. “Like, I have this thing, like a wand? Right?”
“A toy,” I manage, already realizing the jealous rage at an inanimate object is not healthy, but that doesn’t seem to matter.
She shrugs a shoulder as I unclasp her bra, sliding it down her arms as her flesh rises in goosebumps.
“I’ve tried to, you know, get there. But all I could ever do was sort of get to just that point…” She raises her voice, pointing a finger upward. “Then, nothing.” Her shoulders fall in defeat. “I could never get over the line. Off the cliff. Into the deep. But I did. Last night. With you.”
Pride swells in my chest like a misogynist asshole, but I don’t care.
“Your first orgasm was with me. I want all your firsts from now on, baby. And your next one is going to be on my face. In my mouth.”
She wiggles her hips as I tug at her panties. “Yes, but I mean, what about…” She tightens her lips and points to my crotch. “That looks like it needs some attention too.”
“I’m going to show you how you will be treated from now on, baby. How I’m going to take care of you.”
She reaches out and runs her hand over the front of my pants, and I wince, biting back the orgasm from the brush of her fingers.
“I said I’m going to show you. Be a good girl.” I ease her back, laying her down, bending her legs and shoving them wide. Then, I see it and remember.
“Baby.” A knot forms in my chest as I trace the ragged silver skin on the side of her leg. “These, what happened? Who the fuck hurt you?”
Thinking of her in pain or broken has rage spilling from every pore. I want to dismember whoever did this to her.