Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29299 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Her lips curl into a smile. “So I’m not a fling? Because I totally screwed things up with my brother to take this chance with you.”
I brush her hair from her face. “Your brother will come back around. If he’s anything like my brother, he’ll be pissed for a bit but then come crawling back with his tail between his legs. You two will patch shit up. In the meantime, you’ll stay with me.”
She widens her innocent, blue eyes. “Like live here?”
“Yes,” I growl, my dick achingly hard at the prospect of having her in my bed every night.
“That’s fast, isn’t it?”
“Is there an instruction manual on these things I missed reading? A time limit set by the government? Did someone tell you that you must date someone a certain amount of time before it’s allowable to move in with him?”
She snorts. “Who’s the sassy one now?
“I think we call it being an arrogant prick, but sassy is cute.” I waggle my brows at her. “I’m not always stern and making rules. I can have fun too.”
A brilliant smile spreads across her face. “I’ve had more fun in the past few days since I met you than I’ve had in my entire life.”
“To be fair,” I tease, “your life was kind of boring to begin with.”
“Hey now,” she grumbles, still grinning.
“I have to go into the office later, but first, I want to do to you what I planned on doing before you started trying to run this show.” I smirk at her. “Who’s in control here, sweetheart?”
“You,” she says breathily.
“And who am I?”
Her cheeks burn pink. “Daddy.”
“Lie back on the pillows while I get what I need,” I instruct.
She crawls away onto the bed, seemingly eager to escape my intense stare. Once she’s settled, I walk over to the end table and pull out the lube. Then, I make my way across the bed on my knees and then sit on my haunches. I settle between her legs and spread them. Her cunt is bright red and slightly swollen like I knew it would be. Setting the lube down, I grip her hips and drag her up my thighs so her pelvis is tilted up toward me.
“What are you doing?” she breathes.
“I’m going to get you feeling much better and soon.”
I open the cap on the lube and squirt out a heap of it on her lower stomach. She hisses at the coldness of it. After I close the bottle and toss it, I flatten out my hands and rub my palms through the lube. Her breath hitches when I slide my palms up along her ribcage and then massage her gorgeous tits. I take the time to lube up her nipples with my thumbs until they’re hard, dark pink nubs. Then, I slide my palms down her flat stomach to right above her pussy. Her hips tilt up, seeking my touch there, but I purposefully ignore that place. Instead, I slide my lubed hands along the apex of her thighs and then down her upper legs to her knees. She whines when I run them over her hips and then around to her backside. I grip her right cheek extra hard, making her wince, before sliding back around to the front.
“Ronan,” she whimpers. “Please.”
I smirk as I tease my thumbs along her red pussy lips, gently, and then I’m back to massaging her thighs. Her tits jiggle more frantically with each eager breath she takes.
“Your nipples need attention, Sof. I want to see you pulling at them.”
She bites on her lip, a shy flush creeping up her neck. But she obeys because she’s fucking perfect. Her thumb and finger of each hand pinch each nipple as she tugs. To reward her, I brush my thumb over her clit. Briefly. A moan escapes her.
“Harder, sweetheart. I want to see how hard you can pull them.”
Her blue eyes darken with lust as she pulls them up.
“Don’t let go,” I instruct. “Pull as hard as you can until you think you can’t take it anymore.”
She winces in pain but does as she’s told. When her helpless blue eyes lock with mine, I grin wickedly at her.
“Now twist them.”
Panic flashes in her eyes, but then her wrists swivel with the motion. Her back arches up off the bed. I find her clit with my thumb and rub firm circles on it.
“Can I let go?” she whines.
“No,” I growl. “I want you to keep it up until I tell you to stop.”
Another whimper.
My pointer finger joins my thumb and I roll her clit between the two digits, not unlike how she’s twisting her own nipples. I tug hard twice in a row, before rolling the throbbing nub again. I repeat this action until she’s writhing uncontrollably with need.
“Please,” she begs. “It hurts.”
I chuckle, not giving in, and push her thigh up toward her to open her cunt to me. It glistens with her arousal. While I pinch and pull at her clit, I use my knuckles on my other hand to tease along her slit that slightly parts for me. It’s red and sore looking, so I’m gentle with her. I never enter her pussy, simply make her body beg for it.