Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Charlie, you are crazy if you think-” I cut her off, pressing my lips against hers and cupping the back of her head. She doesn’t protest, but instead parts her lips and lets me in.
Deepening the kiss, my tongue strokes against hers as our warm breaths mingle. And when I break the kiss, she’s breathless, the fight in her gone.
“Crazy if what?” I ask her, daring her to give me that lip of hers.
She sags against the wall, breathing heavy, her lips still parted. “To think I’m going to let you…” she trails off and licks her lips.
“Let me what?” I lean closer to her, resting my forehead on hers and staring into her eyes, “Let me get you off?”
Her eyes spark, and she doesn’t answer.
I crouch down, grabbing the hem of her dress, and then slowly stand, pulling it up. She holds my gaze as I hitch it around her hips.
“You wet right now?” I murmur the question. She bites her lip, and her eyes dart behind me. If my hand wasn’t inches away from her, I bet she’d lie to me.
My fingertips gently touch the seams to her panties. I don’t feel enough of her heat, so I push them aside, holding those blue eyes to mine and gently pushing my fingers into her hot entrance.
She’s soaking wet.
She visibly swallows, her head falling back against the wall, as I brush my fingers up to her clit, moving the moisture there.
“You think it’d be crazy?” I ask her.
She licks her lips, her breathing picking up and then shakes her head no.
I narrow my eyes and lean forward, “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.”
Even without much light, I catch sight of her blush and then she looks away. I wait for her. Letting her choose this. Letting her choose me.
My fingers trail back down to her entrance and back up to her clit, a shudder running through her body.
“Please,” she moans into the air, her back bowing as she tries to grind her pussy into my hand. I smile down at her. “Please what?”
“Please…” she hesitates to answer as her eyes dart behind me again. I look over my shoulder, but no one’s there.
“I’m not going to let anyone see,” I tell her firmly. If that’s what she’s scared about, we’ll be alright. We’re far enough away that no one’s going to catch us and if they come back here, I’ll be blocking their view.
Her blue eyes flick to mine. “Please get me off.”
My dick turns to stone at her asking me that. I can feel my zipper against my dick and I’m desperate to readjust it, but I can’t move my hand away from her pussy.
“Anything for you,” I tell her in an even, sincere tone. How it’s not strained, I don’t know.
“Mmm,” she moans softly, closing her eyes as I push my fingers deep inside of her. I push them in and out, loving her warmth and the way she greedily rocks her hips, wanting more. I turn to look over my shoulder once more, just to make sure we’re alone.
When I look back at her, her eyes are on me, her head lazily resting against the wall. Her body sways as I pump faster, brushing against her sensitive bundle of nerves each time, making her breathing come faster as she loses her composure.
“I think it would be unbelievable for us to break up right after the wedding,” I whisper into her ear, taking her off guard. I’m not a fucking idiot. That has to be what’s going through her worried mind. I need to convince her to stay… just a little longer. I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of her, but I’m not going to let her walk away the second she has a chance.
She moans, her eyes going half-lidded. I know she can hear me.
I grind the palm of my hand against her clit. “You should stay with me a little longer.” Her breathing comes in frantically as I pick up the pace. She’s close, so close. I’m not letting her get off until she agrees though.
Her neck lolls to the side, her cheek pressed against the cold wall as I slip my fingers into her hot pussy and stroke that bundle of nerves. Her eyes pop open, and she covers her mouth with her hand.
“Tell me you’ll come by the bar and keep up appearances.” I don’t know how I get the words out as I work her pussy.
Her head whips back and slams against the wall. “Yes,” she calls out as softly as she can, given her current state, and I almost think it’s from getting off, but she’s not there yet. I pause my movements and she turns her head to look at me, her hands moving to my wrist with a desperate look on her face.