Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
That plea sounds so perfect on her lips. I cover her pussy with my mouth, then slip my fingers out and replace them with my tongue. She rocks her hips against me, coating my face with her juices as I fuck her with my tongue. I’m obsessed with her taste, with the little noises she makes, with the way she can’t control her body’s reaction.
“I could eat your cunt for hours, little one. It’s so good.” I suck her clit between my teeth.
Her squeal of surprise sends a shock of pleasure down my spine, ending in my rock-hard cock. I want to fuck her, to climb on top and shove myself balls deep into her pretty pink cunt. But I don’t, not when she’s enjoying this, not when I’m enjoying this. I want to swallow her down, to lick every bit of her cream.
“Come for me like a good girl,” I murmur against her pussy, then grip her ass, lifting her to my face like a platter. I suck and lick her, devouring her as she tenses, her hips locking as I focus on her clit. Lashing it again and again, I take in every bit of desire that flows from her, sucking it down as I pleasure her.
When her toes curl, I nip at her clit again with my teeth. A low moan escapes her, her body arching, her perfect tits the most amazing view as she comes. I press my fingers inside her again, feeling the way she squeezes right along with her rhythmic keening. I keep eating her, wanting more of those sounds, more of her pleasure.
When the tension finally leaves her body, I lower her to the bed and kiss her softly again and again.
“This pretty little pussy is mine.” I tongue her clit again.
She moans and tries to close her legs.
“No, Cadence.” I keep her thighs apart. “Tell me it’s mine.”
“It’s yours.” She shudders as I lick her again. “Yours.”
“Tell me I can eat it whenever I want to.” I delve my tongue inside, hungering for her on a level I can’t even fathom.
“Whenever you want.” Her thighs shake. “Please, I can’t take any more. I can’t–”
“You can and you will.” I flick her clit with my tongue. “But I’ll let you recover for the moment. Just remember your promise. It’s mine whenever I feel like a snack.”
“Yes, I promise.”
“Good girl.” I pull my fingers from her and lick them clean.
She watches me, her lips parted, eyes heavy-lidded. I rise, then lift her to the center of the bed and cover her with the blanket.
“Get some sleep.” I stare down at her, my hunger not abated in the least. “I have a feeling I’ll need an early breakfast.”
14
CADENCE
I’m trapped. There’s no way out and no one to help me. I try to scream but it’s useless. Panic begins to rise, breathing becoming harder by the second. I open my mouth, trying to scream but nothing.
The familiar throb in my skull starts to pulse. It’s always darkness. There is never any light. Only pain and the loud sounds I can never make out no matter how hard I try. It’s a dream, and I know that, but still each time it happens, fear grips me. I fight to open my eyes to break away from it, but I can’t.
“Cadence!” I stiffen at the sound of someone shouting my name. My eyes finally open, the light flooding in causing them to close tightly again. Two hands grip my shoulders.
“Stop! Let me go.” I try to break free. My fear is only growing. But this time it feels different.
“No.” The authority in that one word has me dropping my arm to my side that seconds ago had been flying around trying to hit anything I could. “I’m not letting go.” His hold only tightens on me. “Be a good girl and open your eyes for me.”
They fly open to see Vargas. A dark expression covers his face. A huge sense of relief fills me. I want to fling myself at him, but I don’t. Instead, I grip the sheets tightly, needing something to hold on to.
“I’m sorry.” I lick my dry lips. “Did I wake you up? Crap.” I drop my eyes, not wanting to stare into his eyes that appear darker than I remembered them.
“You didn’t wake me up, but you scared the fucking hell out of me.”
“Sorry,” I say again.
“Stop apologizing,” he orders, grabbing me from my bed.
“What are you doing?”
“What I should have done sooner.” He heads for the door. “Sassy.” Vargas calls for her.
I peek over his shoulder to see her following behind us. I lay my head on his shoulder, realizing he doesn’t have a shirt on. My cheek only meets warm skin. I take a deep breath, his scent enveloping me into calmness.