Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72856 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 364(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
And this was special…I hadn’t been to the movies since I was fourteen.
And I hadn’t been groped in public since I was eighteen and out to a date with Johnny Reid, my high school crush.
But Tai had more skills in this department than Johnny Reid. Tai was a very sexual man, without even trying to be. He had my pussy clenching with just his hand resting on my bare thigh.
Maybe it was because I knew what those hands could do.
Maybe it was because he knew my body almost better than I did, and I’d been housing myself in it for twenty-seven years.
Regardless, all he had to do was run his long, work roughened fingers teasingly up the middle of my thigh, and I was panting.
By the time he reached the soaked panties covering my pussy lips, I wasn’t just panting anymore.
I was coming.
And it was embarrassing.
“Holy shit,” I breathed, blushing so furiously that I knew he could see it, even in the darkness of the theater.
I looked all around us, everywhere but at him, to see if anyone had noticed my out-of-body experience.
Thankfully, nobody had.
The big man a few seats down the row from me was still shoving popcorn in his face, completely engrossed in the movie playing on the screen.
The young couple directly in front of us was still so into each other that they didn’t care what was going on just a few feet behind them.
Tai’s hand tightened on my thigh, and I finally gave him my eyes.
“You…that’s all it takes with you?” He whispered roughly.
I blushed profusely again and glared.
He grinned unrepentantly.
I crossed my legs, leaning away from him, putting my weight into the other side of my seat’s handle.
He didn’t care.
He put his hand back on my thigh, then slowly started to work back up to the very top of my thigh, then back down again.
Jesus, the man was lethal.
I’d just come, and here I was, ready to go again.
I stiffened when on his next pass, he went up further than he’d gone before.
He went even further and curled his fingers underneath my panties, then he was lightly petting my hot, wet flesh.
He stopped at the backs of my thighs where my pussy was exposed, and sensuously teased his fingers along my slit, coaxing my juices out to cover his fingers.
Meanwhile, I was dying.
Literally dying.
I couldn’t make myself make him stop.
Couldn’t make myself force him to remove his hand.
Instead, I stayed exactly where I was, letting him torment me and wondering just how far he’d go.
We were in the very last row at the back of the theater, so there was nobody behind us to see what he was doing, and I hadn’t seen the man at the end of the row look over at me once.
His fingers stopped their playing, and this time they slowly entered me.
***
I was thoroughly scandalized by the time we were walking outside.
My panties were soaked. My thoughts were scattered. My pulse was racing, and my mind was reeling. Not to mention I was trying really hard to put one foot in front of the other.
My high heels, however, were making it nearly impossible on the noodle legs that Tai had left me with.
He was at my side though, keeping his arm around my waist, and I would’ve sworn his chest was puffed up like a fucking peacock.
Or maybe just a cock in general.
A dick. Yes. He was a dick.
A big old dick.
A very thorough dick, but a dick nonetheless.
How could he just start doing something like that in a freakin’ theater, of all places?
I couldn’t even really yell at him, mainly because it would’ve just brought attention to our compromising position.
And if I was being honest, I mean, it’s not like I tried to stop him or even wanted him to stop, either.
I was a slut.
A big, fat, slut.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked, feeling the tension in my body.
We got to his truck, which was parked in the very back of the lot, and I stopped, waiting for him to open the door for me like he always did.
He didn’t open it this time, though.
Instead he pressed up behind me, caging me in with his arms, while he waited for me to tell him what was on my mind.
So I let him have it…with both barrels.
“I am not that kind of woman,” I said.
“What kind of woman?” He asked carefully.
“A slut. A slut does those kinds of things in public without caring that other people are around,” I explained just as carefully.
He pressed himself further into my back and brought his mouth close to my ear.
“Did you enjoy it?” He asked.
I stiffened impossibly more.
“That’s not what …” he held his hand up to cover my mouth.
“Who fucking cares what other people think? If you enjoyed it, and I enjoyed it, then who gives a fuck?” he asked. “You need to learn to live life, Mia, without caring so much about what everyone else thinks.”