Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34532 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
It feels crazy that I just met him yesterday. I’m so comfortable here next to him, what I do next shocks even Anastasia.
I lick my lips and turn. Lifting myself and straddling his lap, I sit down facing him, feeling the rough fabric of his suit pants on my bare girl parts. Sitting like this, I feel the inches of hardness I’ve been seeing on the front of his pants, and it makes me wiggle against him.
“Selma,” he groans out my name, and I love the sound of his restrained desire.
He doesn’t stop me, instead, his hands come to my hips, and we begin rocking together as my hair dangles in my face and he brings his lips up to mine in a hard kiss. I feel his cock jerk as our tongues wrap and wind, and I shift my body against him, needing something more but not sure what it is.
But when my clit presses against the hard length, I know. I let out my own moan and wrap my hands around the back of his neck, holding on.
We break our kiss on a gasp and Ash growls, then his voice rumbles in my ear. “Dirty girl. Sweet, innocent, dirty little girl. You are perfect for me. My dirty Treasure.”
I want to say something back, but I have no voice.
All I want is that magical feeling again, so I rock harder, pressing myself down as Ash pushes upward and we thrust against each other. His mouth finds the nape of my neck, and he kisses and nips at me there as I throw my head back, feeling the tension grow and knowing I’m already on the edge of an orgasm.
“That’s it. Take what’s yours, sweet girl.” Ash leans back and looks into my eyes, his voice deeper and thicker with his own need.
His words push me over, and my orgasm bursts inside of me. I’m cumming and arching, and I hear Ash’s own low roar, his hands taking control and grinding me painfully down onto his cock, using my body to jack himself off as stars twinkle in front of my closed eyes.
When we are both panting, I fall against his chest, and his hands come to make soft circles on my back. He holds me like that for a few minutes, our hearts beating against each other, until I realize what I’ve just done.
When I sit up, I meet his eyes. “I think I owe you a pair of pants.” The wetness I feel down between my legs has more than likely ruined what is a very expensive suit.
“Are you joking? I’m going to sleep with these next to my face. I want to have your scent next to me as I dream.”
I stifle my chuckle as he reaches up with both hands and gathers my hair down over each shoulder.
“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
“Come on. You’re some famous guy, you’ve probably been around actresses, models—”
He cuts me off. “They have nothing on you, Selma. One thing I will never do is lie to you. And you promise me, you’ll never lie to me. That’s the foundation of everything we are going to build together. Okay? Promise me.”
I nod, a shiver racing up the skin on my back at his words. Everything we are going to build together.
I bring my fingertips to touch the scar on his jaw.
“Where did you get this?” I manage, feeling the smooth, hardened skin under my fingers.
“Before my parents started their restaurants, they owned a bar. We lived upstairs, and I helped out. Filled the coolers, mopped the floors. Anything I could do, I did. Even hanging around with mom when she tended the bar without my dad just to make sure she wasn’t alone. One night, some guy started on her about something about his drink. Called her a name.” His eyes darken. “No one calls my mother names. You can guess the rest from there.”
I want to know so much more, but my conscious is calling.
“I really need to go. I’m already fifteen minutes late from when I would leave school, and we’re farther away here. Papa’s going to want to know where I’ve been.”
“Don’t lie to him. Tell him. Or I’ll go with you, and we’ll tell him together.”
“No!” I blurt too loudly, shaking my head. “Sorry, but no. That wouldn’t be good. I have to ease him into this idea. I’ll tell him I made a new friend, and I’ll give him your name. Then perhaps tomorrow, or the day after, I’ll tell him who you really are, that you’re not just a new classmate. But you have to let me handle it for now. Please.”
He nods, but there’s a deep furrow between his brows. “Okay, I’ll give you some time to ease him into the idea. But Selma, I’m not going to be able to be patient for long. Your father is going to have to know about us. He’s going to have to accept that we are together.”