Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“You are worthy of attention just because you exist. Don’t let anyone tell you different. And for what it’s worth, I love your body. It’s beautiful and strong and worthy of celebration.”
I swallow around a lump in my throat. He always knows what to say. Zac doesn’t just see me. He knows me. He understands me.
“Can I hold you through the movie?”
“Are you sure you want to? I don’t want your legs to go to sleep,” I explain.
“You’re perfect.” He reaches for me, and I come willingly. I rest my head against his big, barrel chest as he covers me with a blanket. Together, we watch the movie, pausing sometimes to sneak kisses in between scenes.
Actually, we watch the next two movies on the screen. It’s late by the time we’re walking back to his truck.
I grin, feeling bold since our conversation and the way we were pressed up against each other tonight.
Zac definitely wants me at least, if the way his manhood dug into my hip all night was any indication. “Are you going to ask me back to your place?”
He takes my hand in his, threading our fingers together. “Do you want to go back to my place? Because once we’re together, there’s no going back. You’ll be mine forever.”
I lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips. “That’s exactly what I want to be.”
Chapter 14
Zac
The moment we’re inside my house, I have her up against my front door. I can’t wait a moment longer to have my hands all over her.
I drop my head until I’m so close that we’re sharing the same air. Her breaths are my breaths, and I can feel the heat coming from her body. Watching her pupils widen with arousal makes my cock even harder. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” The tremor in her voice is my undoing.
I slide my hands around these curves I’ve spent hours fantasizing about. Lower and lower, I move. The entire time I’m studying her face. I want to know everything she likes, exactly how she prefers to be touched. My greedy fingers find the apex of her thighs.
I cup her sweet mound. Even though there are layers of fabric between us, I could nearly come right here. I want nothing more than to probe her soft, swollen folds with my fingers.
“I’m going to claim this tight little pussy. Going to fill your beautiful cunt until every step you take tomorrow reminds you of what it feels like to be owned by me.”
She whimpers and I lose all control. I lower my head and press my lips against hers. A kiss like this should be sweet and tender. But instead I kiss her with all the intensity I’ve been holding back. The energy coursing between us is fierce and primal. There’s no way to hold back, no way to contain it and I don’t want to.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth, claiming her. Demanding that she give me what I want. I’ll take everything she’s willing to give me. I’ll consume her until there’s nothing left.
“Zac,” she groans my name when I part from her long enough to let her greedily suck in oxygen. Fuck it all, my name on her lips is the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard, and it makes my cock swell even more behind my pants. That’s when I realize she’s thrusting her pussy into my hand. She’s shamelessly rubbing her cunt against my big fingers.
“Do you ever touch this sweet pussy?” I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve gotten off to the thought of her touching herself. Of looming over her and watching her stick her hand down her panties. I’d listen as she touched herself, savor every sweet inhale.
“Sometimes,” she murmurs. Her cheeks are pink, and her eyes are glassy. Her hips are circling my fingers, desperately seeking her release.
“Do you think of me when you do it?” I demand. If she calls some other fucker’s name right now, I’ll lose my shit. I can’t stand the idea that she might be touching what’s mine and calling someone else’s name.
“Every. Time.” Her words are a harsh gasp, like she can’t believe she admitted that to me.
“Then you’ve earned a reward, my good girl.”
She moans, low in the back of her throat. She likes being called mine and I file that away. She belongs to me. All of her, body and soul.
I flip up the bottom of her dress and plunge my fingers into her panties. She’s so slick and wet, her curls are soaked. The rightness of touching her like this settles over me. I should be doing this every damn day, taking care of my woman and keeping her satisfied with relentless orgasms.
I trace her folds and when I find her entrance, I sink my finger into her. The wet heat has me swallowing a groan. She’s perfect. Tight enough to drive a man wild. But she’ll never take me if I don’t stretch her first.