Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
With a growl, I latch on to one of her nipples, drawing on it hungrily. Lapping at it with dirty grunts, circling that pebbled bud over and over until she’s wiggling in frustration between me and the car. I mold the other one in my palm, licking left to give it equal attention, looking her in the eyes while lapping, lapping at it over and over again.
“More. I n-need more,” she gasps, pulling at my hair, her body bowed against the side of the car, demanding I service her tits. Demanding my mouth. More. I know she wants more.
Know damn well she needs to be orgasmed.
Give her your cock.
I could do it. Pump it home nice and easy.
She’s horny enough.
I was foolish to think we could stop at kissing. We’re like kerosene and a match. She’s the flame and I’m the accelerant, building her need higher with strokes of my tongue in her gorgeous mouth—and she’s doing the same to me. Her whimpers are driving me out of my fucking mind. The only thing keeping me from yanking her legs up around my hips and driving into her virgin pussy is the fear that she’ll drop me afterward for taking it too far when I know better. When she trusted me to get her home safe. I’m the experienced one.
Or she’ll try to drop me—and there I’ll be, pining for her like an obsessive maniac. Unable to stop. Fuck, I’m already there. Aren’t I?
Can feel myself slipping, falling, into something that’s going to gut me.
And I go eagerly.
“You want more, beauty?” I hum against her ear. “If you let me put my fingers down the front of your panties, I’ll finger your tight, wet cunt. My baby want it?”
She sobs in response to my question—loudly—and I barely cover her mouth in time with mine before the sound echoes down the block. Her eyes are unfocused, but she nods, nods.
“Yes?” I say, taking my hand away slowly. “Yes, I want my cunt fingered?” Her nod is emphatic. And I watch in astonishment as she takes my hand from her tit and guides it down the front of her body, tucking it just beneath the hem of her dress. “You’re going to be the death of me, Gracie.”
I cup her pussy for the first time.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe.
She’s full and soft and soaked. Straight through her little cotton panties.
Once that discovery is made, there’s no stopping me from ripping the underwear down, needing to get to the precious flesh underneath, leaving the material bunched mid-thigh. Ahhh shit, and then I’m dragging my middle finger up and back, lightly, through the split of her velvet pussy, gathering moisture as I go. Grinding my back teeth to keep from shouting to the world how perfect she is. “Bet this is tight as a motherfucker, ain’t it?”
And she might be innocent, but I bring something new out of her.
Something hot and excited and eager to explore.
“Find out,” she whispers.
Oh yeah. I’m a goner. She’s got me by the fucking stones.
Looking her right in the eye, I press my middle finger good and deep, her cool exhale bathing my face, those eyes growing even more unfocused. “I…N-North?”
I can barely respond I’m so overcome by the tight squeeze of her. She’s tiny between her thighs. Narrow, hot, virginal. My cock would make her scream. “Yes, Gracie,” I say thickly.
She makes a frustrated sound, her teeth sinking into the full bottom lip. “Why does it feel so good and so bad at the same time?”
If I needed any further proof that she’s untouched, she just gave it to me. But I don’t need it. I only need to give her pleasure. That becomes my driving force, right here on this street lined with multi-million-dollar townhomes. I can’t give her a life like this, but I can make her pussy better. I can damn well do that.
“You need an orgasm, beauty. Keep your thighs open so I can give it to you.”
Gritting my teeth, I add a second finger, her sex making a hot little suctioning sound as I pump them in and out, finding her clit with the heel of my hand, grinding on it lightly. And her eyes go wide, my name tripping over her lips in a whimper. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t.” My breath is rasping in and out. I’m so horny for Grace, I’m almost dizzy, my dick pounding with excess blood flow in my pants. I’m never going to get enough of her. I thought sex would seal the deal and make me possessive, obsessive, but the deal is already done, isn’t it? I never had a chance. “You need this pussy satisfied, you come down to Southie and get it from North. I’m open twenty-four hours for you, Gracie. Knock on my door and flash me these innocent, wet panties and I’ll know just what to do, won’t I?”