Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Sliding his hands up her body, he cupped her tits, while she moaned, which he swallowed down. They were so big and so ripe. He wanted to suck on them, but instead, he slowly slid a hand down toward her thighs. She wore a skirt today, so it was easy for him to touch the inside of her thigh.
“Do you trust me, Willow?” he asked.
She hesitated for only a second, but he paused in moving his hand.
“Yes,” she said.
“I have a way of making you feel good, and I need you to trust me, can you do that?”
She nodded her head. They had stopped kissing when his hand touched the tender flesh of her thigh. Carson moved her back on the sofa, lifted her legs up, then pushed the skirt up to her waist. Her hands went between her thighs, attempting to hide her pussy from him.
“Trust me,” he said.
He took her hands and moved them above her head.
“If I hurt you, or you’re uncomfortable, tell me to stop. I’ll do it.”
She nibbled her lip and then jerked her head.
“Relax,” he said.
“That’s easy for you to say but I don’t know what to do,” she said.
He chuckled. Did she have any idea how turned on he was by that simple statement? His woman was innocent. No man had touched her. She was all his to do with as he wished. And he fucking loved that. Carson knew he shouldn’t care, but there was only ever going to be one man to touch Willow, and that would be him.
He got to his knees, and then traced up either side of her thighs, going toward her pussy. The tips of his fingers skimmed the edge of her panties, and as pretty as they were, they were in his way. Carson tore her panties from her body, and then stared down at her naked cunt. So pretty. There was a small smattering of hair, covering her lips, which he didn’t mind at all.
Touching the lips of her sex, he spread her open and saw her swollen clit. She was soaking wet, and by the time he was through with her, he wanted her to be dripping.
His cock was so fucking hard, it was painful to be in the tight confines of his pants, but he didn’t release himself. Today was all about Willow, this wasn’t about him. He wanted her to feel good.
She moaned his name as he used the tip of his finger to lightly stroke over her swollen nub.
“Carson!” She arched up.
“You’re so sensitive.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh, then to the other thigh, traveling up her legs, to get to her pussy. He took his time, heightening her arousal as he did so, wanting her to be hungry and desperate for him.
His name continued to spill from her lips and he loved the sound as it echoed throughout the room. Carson knew he would never get enough of her. She drove him crazy with need. The scent of her pussy made his mouth water, and he wanted a taste. No, he wanted to get his fucking fill. He wanted to drown in her arousal, completely immerse himself in it. To have Willow know what true pleasure felt like, and to know that when it came to him, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Sliding his tongue through her slit, he touched her clit, then slid back and forth. He worked her sweet nub, listening to her sounds as he worked her toward an orgasm. He wanted to plunge his tongue into her pussy, but when he took her virginity, it was going to be with his cock.
Flicking her clit back and forth, he used his teeth, causing just a small jolt of pain, only to soothe it with the flat of his tongue, and then suck it back into his mouth. He felt the change within her body, and he knew she was close.
Carson drove her toward the edge, set her on fire, and then, when he tipped her over, he was there to catch her. He milked every single last drop of her orgasm until she couldn’t handle any more, then he stopped and held her as she caught her breath.
Chapter Six
Willow couldn’t focus the next day. She was so acutely aware of Carson as he walked around the shop. Sex. His tongue. His mouth. The feel of his cock between her thighs. It was all relevant. She kept thinking about him, and it drove her insane.
Growing up, she’d never been interested in boys. After her father died and her mother passed, she’d been sixteen, and the guys had all seemed so immature. Also, she hadn’t been interested in the opposite sex. She had turned to what she loved—sewing. She’d rather be sewing something than be out partying with random guys. That hadn’t changed, even when she turned eighteen.