Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37752 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
My phone goes off again. I snag it off the end table, seeing it's my mom for the fifth time this morning. I’d gotten a few from her last night but I ignored them, wanting to stay lost in the normalcy of Angel’s family.
I know my mom must have seen something about Angel, and that’s why she’s calling. I’m sure she’s pissed. Normally I don’t care, but after watching Angel with her family, how in the hell am I going to drop her in the shark tank that is my family? They are going to eat her alive. The thought pisses me off and has me powering off my phone altogether. Maybe I should skip seeing them this year. But then Angel would have a reason to send me packing.
She shifts her legs, tangling them with mine. This is the sweetest torture of my life. The second my mouth landed on her pussy yesterday I knew I was done for. The girl is sweet everywhere. We’d barely gotten back into her bedroom last night and I was on her again.
She melted under me and let me have my way with her. I ate her until she passed out, not trusting myself. If she was asleep I couldn’t try and fuck her. But when she’s coming in my mouth and her little pussy is clenching around my finger, my self-control hangs by a very fine thread.
A small moan leaves her lips. Is she dreaming? “Logan.” She moans my name, her chest pushing into my side. I can feel her hard nipples against me. I haven't gotten to taste them yet. I reach down and slip my hand into my sweatpants, giving my cock a squeeze so the fucker will calm the hell down.
When she lets out another moan, I’m done for. I move her onto her back and slip down her body. If she wants to get off then I’ll get her off. I latch on to her clit. Her eyes fly open, her hand going to my short hair.
“Logan.” She tries to lift her hips to rub her pussy against my face, but I keep her pinned in place, devouring her with my mouth as I stroke myself to release. I am taking something I shouldn't be. She’s too good and pure, and I’ve pulled her right under to use for my own needs. I truly am a bastard.
It still doesn’t stop me. I don’t stop until she’s coming for me. The sweet sounds of her soft moans, and the taste of her on my tongue sends me right over with her. I crawl back up her body, kissing her. Even her mouth is addictive. I’ve never understood kissing before her, but now I get it.
“Morning.” She gives me a sleepy smile that hits me right in the fucking chest, causing an ache to form.
“Morning,” I say back. Unable to help myself, I kiss her again.
“What time is it?” she asks, stretching. Her nipples are poking through her shirt. I really need to get her alone. More than that, I need to get her out of this house and into my bed. There I know that no one will bother us.
“Almost nine.”
“Oh!” She tries to push at my chest so I can let her up, but I don’t move. “Logan.”
“Another kiss and I’ll free you.” She rises up, giving me her mouth without question. As always, I take whatever she gives me like a stray, wanting any kind of attention I can get from her. I roll off her back onto the bed as she rushes out of the bed and into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
I glare at the door, wishing it weren’t there. When I bought my new penthouse a few years ago I never understood the appeal of an open bathroom to the bedroom. But now I one hundred percent get it.
The thought of lying back in bed and watching her get ready for her day has my cock getting hard. Why does that sound so appealing to me? What is it about this girl that has stolen all my attention and has me doing and thinking of shit I never pondered before? It’s as though she’s put me under some sort of spell. One that I want her to continue to cast if it means I get to spend more time with her.
The bathroom door flings open, and out she pops with a giant smile on her face. I suck in a deep breath taking her in. She’s a vision, one that makes my throat grow tight, has my heart beating a little faster and my cock begging to be deep inside her sweet cunt.
She’s got on a pair of tight black pants that leave nothing to the imagination and a sweater that lights up. I take every inch of her in, wishing I could strip her of those clothes and make her scream my name over and over again.