Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
“Look, Dean.” I start to tell him it’s not going to happen. I swear I had every intention of cutting him off. But there’s a look in his eyes that makes my heart still just a beat too long. A look that heats the small space between us. A look that I’m addicted to.
“Yeah? I’m listening,” Dean says as he takes a half step closer, decreasing the distance between us. He towers over me, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else. I’m caught in his gaze, caught in the moment.
I’ll blame it all on that.
“If you want to fuck me, you should just show up at my house,” I tell him and slip the ripped piece of paper in his hand.
The paper I’ve been scribbling on all class long.
The paper with my address on it.
DEAN
I don’t know how I wound up outside of Allie’s house with that scrap of paper in my pocket. It’s part of a cute little row of houses off the edge of campus with white picket fences and a one-way street.
The only excuse I’ve got for showing up the moment my last class was over, is that I didn’t have any blood my brain could use. It’s all in my dick and that’s the reason I ended up here, pushing the doorbell and acting like a damn puppy.
She said jump and I fucking jumped. But it’s for pussy, so I can’t beat myself up too much.
I shrug my shoulders to readjust my jacket as the sound of her walking through the house greets me from the other side of the door. There’s a sheer curtain on the window and Allie pulls it back to look at me.
I only get a glimpse, but the look of surprise is something that makes me rethink what the hell I’m doing.
Until the door unlocks with a loud click and Allie opens it wide.
Any thoughts of turning around vanish. Her blouse hangs low and nearly covers up the cutoff jean shorts. It’s thin and almost transparent, a button-down white number that would look professional with slacks.
But in those shorts and a burgundy bra, it’s downright sinful.
“Dean,” she says my name and then leans into the door, showing off the curve of her waist as she juts out her hip. “I wasn’t expecting you, to be honest.”
“I wasn’t sure I was going to come either, but I thought you might want some company,” I tell her and readjust my dick in my jeans. She knows what I want, and I have no intention of hiding it.
I love how she blushes just slightly, moving a finger to her lower lip as she gives me this shy smile that doesn’t seem right on my Allie Cat.
“I guess I could use some,” she says and moves aside to let me in, although the way she eyes me is more like a hunter and not the prey. Like she’s the one in control here.
She needs a little lesson.
“I want your mouth first,” I tell her as she closes the door. She’s quiet as she turns around, not answering me as I let my jacket slide off my shoulders and lay it on the back of a dining room chair.
The first floor of her place is small; a set of stairs to my left, an eat-in kitchen on the right and a cozy living room with a sofa. Right in front of us are a love seat and a TV stand. The sunshine filtering through the open blinds of her sliding doors is the only light in the place. I take a quick look around, wondering what she was up to before I came in, but she distracts me, letting out a small hum of appreciation.
“Is that so?” she asks, and I don’t answer her. There’s a teasing lilt in her voice that drives me crazy. It’s a hint that she can take more. It suggests I’m not a man who can handle her.
What’s more? She’s letting me get away with pushing her. And I fucking love it. It only makes me want to push her harder.
She follows me in and her eyes roam down my body as I take off my shirt, tossing it on top of my jacket. I keep walking, moving to the window to shut the blinds and darkening the small living room. I want the lights on, though. I need to see this. Every. Fucking. Bit of it.
“Yeah, mouth and then your cunt,” I tell her confidently, flicking on a light switch and watching how she stalks toward me, those wide hips rocking back and forth and taunting me. My dick gets harder just watching her.
“You going to keep teasing me, Allie Cat?” I love how her breathing is coming out harder. A smirk kicks up my lips and then I lick them, slowly. Her eyes follow my movement and a shiver runs down her body. “I know you will. You love teasing me,” I tell her with confidence and her gaze meets mine, narrowing as she decides what she wants to admit.