Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
His exhale shudders out, his jaw going slack. “How, princess?”
Being that I have zero sexual experience to draw from, I only manage to sound semi-confident when I say, “I-I think you know.”
A groan rips out of him. “Licking. Licking it.”
I only have a split second to prepare before I’m tumbled onto my back, the shorts being torn from my body.
Chapter Four
Carver
Something clicked into place when I saw this girl. Watching her dive into the water from beyond the trees, an obsession was formed that will never be matched. It can grow deeper, though. That much was just proven. When her tiny hand gripped the front of my shirt, I knew why the beast inside me went wild at the very sight of her—all lithe and serious and strong-willed and mine.
It wants to be tamed. Domesticated. I want that.
The animal inside me must have recognized his mate. His match.
Lainey. My Lainey.
So small and fierce on the mattress, her hips wiggling around as I rip the shorts free of her beautiful body, revealing delicate hipbones and tight pink panties. Good Lord. I could crush her physically, but she has the power to crush my very soul with a frown, a pout. God help me if she cries.
I release an anguished sound at the very prospect, and it draws Lainey’s attention. She doesn’t even flinch when she looks at my hideous face. No, she looks curious—maybe even surprised—more than anything. What does she see, if not my scars and monstrous features? “You may take off my panties now, Carver.”
Lust is a pitiful term for the wave of starvation that swamps me. I’m a giant freak that barely fits inside his own home, and this little girl has full control of me. Whether she realizes it or not, she could make me kneel at her feet with a flick of her pinkie. I’ve never understood why God cursed me with this body that inspires terror, but I think I’m beginning to understand. I was equipped with everything I need to serve and protect my princess.
My hands are dirty and unfit to touch her, but I can’t stop them from clutching her underpants and tugging them down, revealing a sweet, innocent pussy, covered in just a dusting of fair hair. “It’s unclaimed.” I toss away the pink panties and shove her thighs apart to study the gift I’ve been blessed with. Smooth and dewy, like a sliced peach. My fucking mouth is watering at the sight of it. “It looks like it’s never even taken a finger.”
Pink climbs her neck. “It hasn’t.”
“You are…embarrassed by this?” My hands travel down the insides of her legs, pressing them wide on the mattress, my tongue growing desperate for a taste. “If my life’s suffering meant I’d be the first man to pump his cock into that good girl hole, consider me cured of my bitterness. I’m grateful.” I run a thumb down the split of her sex, enjoying her gasp. “I’m a filthy monster coming to you with an ugly, leaking cock, asking to live between your thighs for the rest of his life. Demanding it. If anyone is embarrassed, it should be me.”
I watch in awe as Lainey sits up, peeling off her tank top. My senses are still reeling from the sight of her sexy tits when she…Jesus, is she really touching my face? I melt into her hand and moan, every cell in my body racing toward the unexpected point of contact. She’s touching me without recoiling. I never would have expected that in my most unrealistic dreams.
Her fingers twist in my hair, pulling tight. Tighter. “Did you forget what you were supposed to be doing, Carver?”
Pleasure wracks me at the sound of her saying my name in that peeved tone of voice. The tingle of discomfort along my scalp is better than anything I’ve ever experienced, because she’s the one inflicting it. I can’t believe this incredible creature is upset because I’m taking too long to lick her pussy. Have I died and gone to heaven? “No, princess. I didn’t forget.”
She winds her fists in my hair. “What has you so distracted?”
“Your breasts.” I stare down at those pink, puckered buds and heave a shuddering groan. God, I need her. I need her so bad. “Your…size. So small. I just want to do this without hurting you.”
“You can’t hurt me with your tongue.”
“Oh no? It’s wider than your cunt.” I press my thumb to her entrance, tucking just the top inside. Too tight. “Yeah, my tongue is going to want deep inside here. It’s going to push your lips apart to get to the good stuff. Might as well be fucking you.”
Not for the first time, her gaze falls to my heavy balls, the shaft that juts out from their center like a tree branch, complete with sap dripping from the tip. Having her stare at me there sets off a thunder crack of arousal in my belly, and my hand wraps around the engorged flesh, jerking it off furiously. “I think you’re having a hard time listening,” she says in a rush. “I told you to earn it.”