Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41621 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 166(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Instinct’s giving me all kinds of ideas. I don’t know how many of those ideas are realistic.
I could rip apart her jeans and get that ass out where I can see it right. But then what? Can I just bury my face against her ass and…eat her?
Why do I wanna eat her so bad?
Tess straightens. Her hair has totally escaped its ties. It tumbles loose around her shoulders, and I swear to God, I can smell it from outside. It’s like Fruit Loops or something. That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever eaten, but I already know, she will be sweeter.
It gives me more ideas. I think about wrapping her hair around my fist, wrapping my fist around my cock, jerking off with her hair so that my dick hits her cheek over and over until I blow my load all over her face.
I think of those movies I saw when I was little where they put cream pies onto someone’s face.
That’s what I’m imagining. But it’s Tess’s face dripping with everything I have in my balls right now. It would be that much, I think. Like the pie…
She starts to turn my way.
Fuck.
I try to duck out of view of the window.
The forest is my home and I move fast in it.
But I’m not myself today. I’m a clumsy, stupid animal, and my belt loop catches on a nail sticking out of a fence post. So when I try to leap back into the trees, I crack against the side of the cabin instead.
“Fuck!”
Tess spots me instantly. Her face falls, and I think she’s about to scream, but her eyes turn soft.
A moment later, she’s stepping outside with her brows drawn together. “Are you okay? I heard a thud. The whole cabin shook like an earthquake.”
“Fine,” I growl.
She glances around. Nobody can see us where we’re standing.
Now I can see that she’s barefoot, and her toes are just as brightly colored as her fingers. And those thoughts of rubbing myself against her return, only this time, I’m rubbing my dick between her feet.
She takes in the sight of my belt loop caught on the fence and giggles behind her hand. “So…what were you doing out here anyway?”
A smile dimples her cheeks. Her eyes are on my dick, and I know her question isn’t genuine. The hard little peaks of her nipples are teasing me through her shirt.
Tess knows what I was doing.
But she’s giving me an out.
If I was a clever guy—if I wasn’t just some forest monster stalking this little doll of a girl—I could come up with an excuse.
But all I manage to grunt out is, “I need.”
My brain wants me to say that I need help getting unstuck.
My entire body has other plans.
I need you.
I need to touch you. Smell you. I need you naked in front of me. I need to eat you, starting with those painted toenails and working my way up until you scream. I need to fuck your face. I need—
“I need,” I say again.
“Well, I can help with that,” says Tess, like she can read my mind.
She eases closer.
As soon as she’s in arm’s reach, I grab her.
Wrap my arm around her waist. Jerk her toward me.
Tess gasps.
She’s just as soft as I thought she’d be. She smells even better than Fruit Loops. That little gasp? It makes my hips thrust involuntarily, shoving against hers, pressing the agony of my hard-on against her body.
Fuck.
That’s what I was missing. The warmth of her body.
My hand spans her back, and she’s so much smaller than me that I almost cover the whole thing. Her curls fall over my fingers.
“Who are you, anyway?” she asks breathily.
“Rutger,” I say, like that explains anything.
“I know that. I mean, Lindsay told me…” She’s gazing at me with those big brown doe eyes. “You own this place, right?”
“The land.” It’s amazing I’ve got any words at all. She shifts and the sweet friction against my crotch sends heat rippling up my spine. “It’s my baby.”
Saying that feels wrong on my tongue. The woods are no longer my baby, she is. I need her to be my baby.
“So you’re like…forest daddy?” Tess says teasingly, playfully.
I like the sound of that word on her lips. “Say it again,” I demand. Fuck, my cock is so hard that it’s like my heart is beating in my balls.
“Say what?” She knows what I mean. The flush in her cheeks tells me that she’s still teasing.
My hand wanders up, under her hair, to the back of her neck. I bow her against me. “Say it.”
“Daddy,” she hisses.
That’s it. I buck against her, the arousal taking control of me again.
“Baby,” I mutter into the warmth of her breath.
Her hand wanders between us.
Those brightly-painted fingers curve around the shape of my dick, and her lips form a surprised, “Oh.”