Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
"I know...." She looks around. "Brody never came back. He didn't text me either."
"Fuck him." I can't resist reaching out to tuck a strand of her chocolate hair behind her ear. "His loss."
"I hate that I let him talk me into coming here. But...I'm glad I did."
"Why?" I know the reason, but I want to hear it from those pretty pink lips.
"You," she whispers, shifting on the cushion.
Fuck it.
I cup the back of her head and, in one smooth movement, crush her mouth to mine. She gasps, and I use the opportunity to slip my tongue inside, claiming her, dominating her. I tilt her head and deepen the kiss, and the little moan she makes sets my blood on fire.
"This," I murmur against her lips, carefully taking her mug out of her hand and placing it next to mine. "This is what you wanted, right, princess?"
She nods, curls flying with how emphatic she is.
"Then give me a minute." She watches with wide eyes as I move to the chair in the living room, sitting and then patting my lap. "Get over here, Delia."
"Like..." She waves towards me. “On you?”
"On my lap. Now."
Her lips are swollen from my kiss, and her pupils are dilated. Fuck, she's sexy. Delia moves and settles across my thighs, her ass against my dick. She wiggles a little bit, and I groan. "You keep that up, and I'm going to have a hell of a time getting control."
"Sorry," she mumbles, trying to get comfortable. A little gasp escapes her when she feels how hard I am.
"Don't be sorry. Just be sure."
Delia meets my eyes. "I'm sure."
My hand slides along her leg, gripping the inside of her thigh and giving it a squeeze. "I'm going to touch you now, princess. Tell me what you want."
She steadies herself with her hands on my shoulders, voice quivering. "I want you."
"More specific, baby."
"I..." Her face flushes, and she glances away. "I’m not sure, I guess? I'm…um…a virgin, so..."
I still. Oh, shit. Part of me is screaming in animalistic joy, but another part of me somehow already knew. Delia is mine, and she was always meant to be mine. Now I know when I have her, I will have all of her. But for now, I still want to take things slow. No matter how fucking hard my dick is.
"Look at me, princess." Slowly, she meets my gaze. "If we do this, if you and I cross this line, it's going to be different."
"Different, how?"
"For starters, the fact that you're a virgin. That means if I fuck you, Delia, you’re mine. All mine. Do you understand?"
"Mmmhmmm." The poor girl is distracted, her pupils blown wide with clear arousal, and her nails digging into my shoulders.
I slide a hand over her mouth. "I didn't hear an answer, princess. Use your words."
Delia focuses enough to give me a real answer. "I'm yours."
Satisfaction flashes inside of me. "Good girl."
I move my hand, and this time, I don't bother easing her into it. My mouth crushes against hers, and I swallow the moan she lets out.
"That's it, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good."
I reach down and pull her shorts off, tossing them to the side, and then yank her t-shirt over her head, leaving her naked on my lap. I'm unprepared for it—the creamy expanse of her skin, the pink tip of her full breasts, the generous curve of her hips, and her soft, puffy pussy. All for me.
"You are so fucking beautiful," I tell her, cupping her tits and pinching and circling her nipples with my fingers until she quietly moans.
She licks her lips. "Should we move to the bedroom?"
"No. Fuck that." I stroke a hand down her bare back, and she shivers. "This is my house. Now give me that sweet mouth again."
She does, swaying into me, and the connection of our mouths is electric. Our tongues tangle, and she whimpers.
"Spread your legs, baby," I tell her between kisses.
Delia wiggles on my lap, spreading a little. "Like this?"
"Wider. You're doing so well, princess."
I stroke her thighs, up and down, getting closer to her wet cunt each time, until she's panting with need. "Dean, please."
My pulse is thrumming in my ears. I want to hear the words from her mouth, want to hear her beg me for it. "Please what?"
"Touch me."
"Where?" I tease, nipping at her neck and jaw, soothing the bites with my tongue as I go. She tilts her head back, hair falling behind her like a waterfall. I suck one nipple into my mouth, cupping her other breast in my hand. “Here?”
The noise she makes for me….God, it could kill a man. She drags her nails over my scalp as she responds, “Yes, there and…”
“Where, Delia?”
"You know where!” she huffs, frustrated.
I smirk. "I want you to say it, baby. Tell me where you want me to touch you."