Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51889 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 259(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 173(@300wpm)
I knew I would not be able to sleep unless she was close at hand.
I finally stopped looking and got to work giving. I was still getting unbelievable pleasure in my hands and lips, not to mention my eyes. She was pretty much a feast for all of my senses. But I would not be rubbing my big hairy tatted self all over her smooth perfection, as much as I wanted to. I didn’t just want her. I craved her. I didn’t just want to touch her. I wanted her to touch me, too.
That would have to wait.
Thankfully, the girl did not seem to find me repellant. It was shocking. She was physical perfection and I was… rough and dirty. Inked to high heaven. Scarred as opposed to silky smooth. It felt like I was touching an angel.
Hell, I pretty much was. A potentially deadly angel, but an angel all the same. And wasn’t the Bible full of fire and brimstone anyway?
I rolled to the side and stared down at her. The faded ink on the back of my sun and wind marked fingers, the hair on my massive forearms, the rough spots and callouses were such a contrast to her creamy smoothness. She was too perfect to touch. But I’d never wanted to do anything more in my life.
I didn’t think here was anything on God’s green earth that could have stopped me from touching her. Even though it was torture to know I could only have a taste. I would not have satisfaction. Hell, I wasn’t sure I would ever feel truly satisfied.
When it came to Anastasia, I had the strong suspicion that I would always be left wanting more.
But she didn’t try to keep me outside of heavens gate. I was doing that to myself. She was still so innocent. I meant to treasure her introduction to lovemaking. I wanted her to have good memories of our first time. The work I did now would lay that groundwork.
I took my time, kissing and touching her neck, lips, and breasts before I let my hands wander lower. Her hips were already rocking by the time my fingers found her wetness. She was so slippery and warm. So ready for me, but still far too tight.
Good girl, I murmured as I explored her body. Very good.
I had to take my time and open her up. Maybe it would make our wedding night easier. If I survived long enough to experience it.
Touching her like this was killing me. And if sexual frustration didn’t do the trick, I was pretty sure her cousins would do the job.
Especially if I lost control and broke their cardinal rule.
I kissed my way down her belly to settle between her thighs. She let out a soft little sigh as I started licking her from bottom to top. I could tell she felt shy about having me so close to her sweet pussy. After all, this was all still new to her.
But I could also tell she liked it. She liked it a lot.
I was determined to make her come multiple times, and maybe get her body used to what was to come. To that end, I slipped a finger inside her.
We both groaned. She was so slick and tight. I knew without a doubt it would take me hours to get fully inside her after the wedding. I also knew it would be worth it.
Everything about being with her was worth it. Even if it was just for one second. She was worth everything I had to give, and much, much more. To that end, I planned on becoming more successful, more badass, more focused on achieving everything I could in life. With her by my side, I felt that I could move mountains.
But right now, all I could offer her was my protection and pleasure.
Lots and lots of pleasure.
I settled in and got to work.
An hour later and she was sleeping soundly. I’d teased her to the point of orgasm multiple times, backing off and starting again until she was wringing beneath me, begging me to finish her off without words. She hadn’t spoken. I wasn’t sure she could. I had her that riled up, I thought with a tender smile.
How could she ask for something she didn’t understand yet?
In the end, I’d brought her to orgasm three times. The first after forty minutes of playing with her, forcing her to ride the edge. The second and third times had come much quicker. After all of that, she had closed her eyes, utterly wrung out.
I’d tucked her in, watching her for as long as I could bear it. Then I’d taken an icy cold shower to attempt to slow my roll. I still wanted to crawl into that bed and have my way with her. I was hard as a rock, still pulsing with unspent desire.