Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 70955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
She beamed at me and nodded enthusiastically. Her excitement over something so small, something I clearly took for granted, made my anger at her brother begin to resurface. I quickly tamped it down, not wanting Angelique to see my fury and think it was directed at her.
Grabbing her around the waist, I set her on the long, marble vanity top, then placed a quick kiss on her lips before walking over to the large glass enclosure. After turning on the shower and fiddling with the keypad until it was the right temperature, I made my way back to her.
When I grasped the bottom of her shirt and started to draw it up, her cheeks bloomed with crimson, but she didn’t stop me from dragging it all of the way up and over her head. My eyes dropped, and my mouth watered at the sight of her puckered nipples. “You have perfect tits, angel eyes.”
Angelique snorted in disbelief, and her arms came up to cross over her chest. “They're too small,” she argued.
I shook my head and pried her limbs away. “Perfect.” I glanced up at her and winked. “I’ll prove it.” I used one flat palm to push her back until she was resting on her elbows. Then I wrapped my lips around one diamond-hard peak and tugged on it before spreading my mouth open and taking as much of her breast in as I could. Angelique moaned and arched her back as I sucked on her delicious tit. After a minute, I licked around her nipple before raising my head and grinning. “See? A mouthful is all I need, and these beauties are even more.” I moved to the opposite breast and murmured, “Lucky me,” before giving it the same treatment as the first.
Angelique’s breathing sped up, becoming choppy, and her legs wrapped around my waist as she moaned. I gave myself a stern lecture to remind me that I couldn’t take her for the first time on a bathroom counter. With every bit of my strength, I withdrew from her breasts but gave each tip a light kiss before pulling away completely and removing her legs from my waist.
She blinked a few times, trying to clear away the fog of lust, and then confusion churned in her stunning eyes. I put my hands on her hips and scooted her off the marble, putting her back on her feet. “The bathroom counter in our house isn’t any better than the bench in my locker room for our first time, angel eyes.” Her face softened, and she looked up at me dreamily. I winked at her before dropping onto my haunches in front of her. When I saw the bottoms to her ring girl outfit, a growl escaped my chest as possession and jealousy slammed into me. Those needed to go, much like the brother who’d forced her into them.
I fisted the fabric and ripped it away, tossing it over my shoulder. Angelique gasped, and I looked up at her, adopting an innocent expression. “Oops.” My tone wasn’t the least bit contrite. To my surprise, Angelique didn’t look upset; instead, there was fire burning in her eyes. My already hard-as-steel cock twitched, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. Clearing my throat and shoving away my own desire, I stood and took her hand. I led her to the shower and opened the door, then patted her ass as she stepped inside.
My eyes dropped to my boxer briefs, and I sighed. It wouldn’t be much help, but I supposed it was better than nothing. Leaving them on, I ignored the tented front as I joined my woman in the shower. Angelique was standing under the spray, her eyes closed, and her head back. She looked as though she was in complete bliss, and it brought back memories of watching her come the night before.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I pinched the base of my cock, trying to halt my approaching orgasm. She glanced at me, and her gaze dropped to my underwear, which was plastered to my skin and didn’t hide anything about the way my body was reacting to her. In fact, having her eyes on my dick had it fighting to breach the waistband of my boxer briefs. The angry, purple tip was just visible, and despite the water raining down on it, a white pearl of pre-come had gathered over my slit before sliding down the side of my cock and into my underwear.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to ignore the way her body shimmered with water sluicing over it, the way her tits bounced slightly from her elevated breathing, and I specially tried not to pay attention to her bare pussy.
I grabbed the soap and focused on the task at hand, washing her from head to toe. After she was squeaky clean—I should get a fucking medal for cleaning between her legs without making her come—I quickly washed myself as well. Then I turned her so her back was to me and shampooed and conditioned her hair. The cleanser held a bit of a masculine scent, and although I loved the idea of her smelling like me so that every man who came near her would know she was taken, I needed to fill the house with her things. “Make me a list today, angel eyes, and I’ll send someone to get you anything you need or want.”