Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72090 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I didn’t give her a chance to say another word, leaning in and capturing her lips with mine. She hesitated for a moment before responding, her hands finding their way to my shirt as she pulled me closer.
She looked up at me, her lips parted just slightly, her eyes wide and nervous.
My hands gripped her arms. I could feel the softness of her skin, the heat of her body. “I should not be doing this.”
I had no idea why I was. The only logical explanation was that I was desperate for her, willing to do anything to have her, even if only for a moment.
I reached up and brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers gently tracing her cheek. I could feel her breath on my lips as she stared into my eyes.
I slammed my lips against her, taking what I needed, pleasing the craving that was raging in my body. I wasn’t a man anymore. I was an animal. A fucking beast. Once again, I was losing control around this woman.
She melted against me, her mouth opening for me, her breath mingling with mine.
I growled as her tongue wrapped around mine, her hands gripping my shirt, pulling me closer to her.
I deepened the kiss, my hands winding around her waist. This was the moment I had been waiting for, the moment I had wanted for so long. And now that it was finally happening, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I wanted her, all of her.
Storee moaned into my mouth, her hands trailing down to my hips as she pulled me closer. I could feel the heat radiating off her body, her desire for me evident in the way she was responding to my touch.
The kiss was intense, fueled by the emotions we had both kept hidden for so long. I could feel the heat rising between us as our tongues tangled together, and I knew that we were teetering on the edge of something dangerous.
But I couldn’t stop myself. Not when Storee was in my arms, her body pressed against mine, and her lips moving in perfect sync with the kiss.
I knew I would regret it in the morning, but I didn’t care. This was my chance to have her, to make her mine, and I wasn’t going to let it slip through my fingers.
I slid my hands up and down her back, letting them rest on her waist before I reached up and pulled her white nightgown over her head, letting it drop to the floor beside the couch.
Storee Brooks was wearing white panties and nothing else.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with lust. She didn’t say anything, though, and neither did I. Instead, I dipped my head down again, letting my lips trail down her neck as my hands moved over her smooth skin. She moaned out loud and I could feel her hands tugging at my shirt, trying to pull it over my head. I resisted, though, and instead slid my hand down over her breast, willing myself to go slower.
I wasn’t some teenager, desperate to get my first piece of ass, and I wanted to savor this moment. I wanted to take in every inch of Storee’s delicate skin, the way it felt under my fingertips.
When my hands reached her breasts, I took my time, gently caressing her, letting my fingertips brush against her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. She grabbed my shirt again, this time tugging at it more aggressively until I finally relented, pulling it off and tossing it aside.
As soon as I took off my shirt, I could feel her hands reaching up to my shoulders, her soft fingers tracing the outlines of my body. I could feel her pulse, racing against my fingertips.
“Once we start,” I warned.
“We don’t stop,” she finished the sentence for me.
Chapter 22
Storee
I couldn’t control my panting as Locke pushed my legs apart, running his fingers over the white cotton of my panties.
He pulled the fabric to the side as he found my wet clit and rubbed.
I arched my back and moaned. I was desperate for him to be inside me, but at the same time, I wanted him to take his time.
Slowly, he pulled down my panties. I shivered as his hands trailed down my legs and he gently squeezed my ankles.
Then, as he pulled my legs apart, I felt his warm breath against my pussy. I bit my lip, waiting for him to part me with his tongue.
When I felt his tongue slip between my folds, I let out a tremulous moan. His tongue was wide and flat, licking my slit from the bottom all the way up. I pushed my hips forward, desperate for more of his touch.
“Please,” I begged.
His tongue caressed my clit then, swirling around it in circles, teasing me. I whimpered, my eyes closed, as I bit down on my lip. I wanted him, now. I just needed a little more of his tongue, a little more of his touch.