Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25463 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
With that, Mr. Landry nods, looking even more dominating and handsome than ever. His bronzed features are prominent, and there are harsh streaks across those high cheekbones. He seems thoughtful, as if balancing on a precipice, but then he turns to me with barely-controlled restraint in those blue eyes.
“But you’re not eighteen yet, are you, Paisley?” he manages in a strained voice. “That’s why I can’t touch you, honey. I’d love to because you’re beautiful, sensuous, and utterly irresistible to men. But even I have limits, and that includes waiting until the time is right. For you, that time hasn’t come yet.”
“But I’m almost there,” I whisper. “Almost.”
He quirks a black brow at me.
“When’s your birthday?”
I color.
“Well, actually … tomorrow.”
Mr. Landry advances on me then, his broad form so tall and wide that he blocks out the kitchen light. Before I realize it, he’s right next to me and I can literally feel body heat emanating in waves from that massive form.
“Tomorrow?” he growls.
“Tomorrow,” I whisper, tilting my chin up to look at him. “At the stroke of midnight, I’ll be eighteen. You can check my driver’s license.”
Conflict wars in those blue eyes, turning them a deep stormy blue. I can sense how Brad wants to ravish me now, and to claim my curvy form though I’m mere hours from being eighteen. But I can also see that this is a principled man. He’s already waited so long, so why not just a bit longer?
Brad steps away then, his big form trembling a bit from the strain of his control. A lesser man would give in and pounce on me, ripping off my clothes and bursting through my virgin head without any regret. But instead, this alpha male is trying to do right by me, and I appreciate him even more for it.
“Thank you,” I murmur softly, looking up at Brad through my lashes.
“For what?” he growls, his body shaking from the effort.
“For waiting,” I say in a simple tone. “That means a lot to me.”
Brad merely looks at me for a few seconds, the space between us exploding with heat. Then, he lets out a harsh “fuck” and pulls me into those strong arms before hauling my mouth to his in a devastating kiss. All thought flies out of my head because this is what this man does to me. He’s irresistible, possessive, dominant, and an excellent kisser. Even though I’m technically new to these things, I can sense his mastery and melt like butter beneath his touch.
“Goddamn, I want you,” Brad rasps against my lips. “You think I’m a good man, Paisley? Think again.”
Then he slants his mouth over mine, tilting my head so that the angle is perfect for his tongue to thrust between my lips. I cry out at the total domination of my senses, the rest of the world fading to black as every cell of my being focuses on the alpha before me. Brad Landry is everything I’ve ever wanted: sexy, handsome, and one hundred percent male. My insides melt as my thighs turn to butter, the heat between us ratcheting up to a thousand degrees. Even more, there’s something hard and insistent pressing against my belly, and instinctively, I know what it is. Moaning low in my throat, I rub enticingly against that stiffness, even bucking my hips a little bit with need.
“Oh fuck,” he rasps against my mouth. “You’re so responsive sweetheart. So beautiful, and so fucking irresistible.”
I moan sweetly against his mouth.
“Then take me,” I whisper. “I’m yours Mr. Landry.”
One of my small palms reaches forward to catch that thick length between my fingers, and even through the stiff fabric of his jeans, I can feel that it’s huge. My fingers aren’t going to be able to wrap all the way around his length, and the thought turns me on. Will I be able to fit it in my mouth? Pussy? Or even my ass? I’d love to know.
Mr. Landry seems to read my mind because he nuzzles at my neck, his breath hot on my throat.
“You’re young baby, so of course it will fit. Teenage pussy is very elastic, and you know I’ll work it into you slow. I’ll stretch you out with my fingers first, and then we’ll get you situated until you’re taking my cock with no problem in all of your holes. But it’s something to look forward to, baby girl,” he rasps brokenly again. “I can’t do that to you now. Not before you’re legal.”
“But we’re only hours away!” I mewl desperately, squeezing his shaft through the thick fabric.
“All the more to keep ourselves in line,” he rasps before pressing hungry kisses to my throat again. “We’re so close to the finish line that it’ll be twice as sweet when we finally get there.”
I almost burst into tears because I’m so needy and hot that I feel like every cell in my body is shaking apart. I squirm against him, desperate for his touch, and have half a mind to just squeeze his penis a little harder, a little faster, to see if I can break his control. But Brad senses my intent because he pulls away then, moving that stiff shaft out of my grasp.