Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56742 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“What if I want to forget?” she murmurs, sliding her hand down my chest.
I catch her wrist, the savage awaking in me. “You’ve been through a lot,” I say. “You don’t have to rush into anything.”
She shifts against me, tempting me with her body. Her heat radiates into me with an urgency that has me almost howling. Her head’s not in the right place. I’ve got to remember that. She’s not thinking clearly, but when she shivers against me as if her lust is bursting out of her, I almost lose it.
“Don’t you want to forget, too?” she whispers.
There’s a kind of desperation in her voice. She’s hungry to let everything go. If we disappear into steaminess, she doesn’t have to think. I get that. “If I let myself go,” I growl, “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. I’ll take you hard. I’ll claim your perfect body.”
“Perfect?” she says doubtfully.
With a groan, I slide my hand down to her hip. I squeeze hard, feeling her curviness, her sexy-as-fuck wide hips, made for giving me a family. Made for grabbing and owning, holding as I drill her hard.
“Your body is perfect,” I tell her. “You’re perfect. Curvy in all the right places. It’s so beautifully thick. You drive me nuts.”
“So…” She pushes her hand lower. I let her wrist go. She smooths down toward my crotch, then pauses with a cute shivering breath as if she’s working up her resolve.
“Are you sure you want to do this now?” I ask because I have to. It’s the right thing to do. Maybe that’s rich coming from a man like me. A killer. A mob boss. A bad man.
“I want to,” she whispers. “I don’t want to think anymore. Just us. Just here. Just this moment.”
I almost howl as I lean in for a kiss. There’s an animal in me, and I want to let him break free. She moans as our lips meet. She finds my tongue, pleasure bursting between us. I wrap my arm around her, drive my hips forward, let her feel how rock-solid she’s making my dick.
She writhes against me, too. There’s something about it that’s so, so damn hot. It’s like she can’t contain her pleasure. Nothing she does is for show. Nothing she does is designed to trick me. I grab her pants and start pulling them down, waiting for her to stop me. The second I feel her slick, warm slit, I know I’ll be entirely lost. I’ll have to drive my dick deep. I’ll have to fuck her hard. Explode in her tight hole. It will begin our future together—the start of everything.
She wriggles as I pull her pants down. I have to stop the kissing. Moving down the bed, I grab her underwear and pull them down at the same time, revealing her thick, creamy thighs and wet hole. Maybe she’s doing this for the wrong reasons, and perhaps I’m a beast for taking my chance, but her pussy doesn’t lie. She’s glistening with wetness.
She looks up at me with those wide, pretty eyes. I kneel at the end of the bed, then grab her thighs, pulling her toward me. She shifts up the bed, bringing the scent of her tangy slit with her.
“Your pussy’s the most perfect thing of all,” I growl. “Fucking hell. You’re so wet. You smell so damn good.”
“I smell good?” she says, with a dreamy smile.
Goddamn, she’s right. There’s nothing better for forgetting everything than this, being together. My cock is so hard it almost hurts. Precome leaks hotly out of my end. My balls are throbbing.
“You smell perfect.”
You smell like you’re ready to give me a family—like your young body is giving me signals.
“I need to taste you,” I go on.
She bites her lip, staring down, her hair messy around her shoulders. She couldn’t look sexier if she tried. It’s how natural she is, nothing forced. “T-taste me?”
I smirk, then start kissing up her thigh. I can taste her sweat, just her. Maybe this would seem gross to other men, but I want to experience every part of her. Her scents. Her tastes. Her warmth. I kiss closer to her hole, sliding my hands up her thighs at the same time.
She gasps when I reach her center. Her clit and folds look swollen with lust. She makes the sexiest noise when I let out a breath. Her thighs shift. She laughs adorably.
“That tickles,” she says. “In a good way, though.”
My dick almost bursts with the tension. I lean forward and press my mouth against her pussy, stroking my tongue up her folds. I was right. She tastes so damn good. I smooth my hands around her legs, letting me massage her ass as I indulge in her sweet slit.
I pay special attention to her clit, flickering my tongue, listening to her moans. She gasps and shifts against me as I lick faster, squeezing onto her ass, feeling how much of her there is—curvy flawlessness. The trembling of her legs makes my dick even harder. It’s like she can hardly contain it.