Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I swallow before saying my thought out loud: “You’re just t-trying to scare me.”
“You think so?”
“Yes.” I try to sound confident. “I’m not an idiot. I know the things you like and I’m not scared of them. But I—”
“Yeah, what do I like?”
“Eating my pussy,” I blurt out before I lose courage.
He takes my features in—I bet they’re all flushed and red—for a second before saying, “You think I’m just gonna eat your pussy tonight?”
I try to swallow again, but that becomes a hiccup and I tug on his hair. “As I said, I’m not an idiot. I know you’ll want to do other things but I thought we’ll start slow and—”
“Yeah, no,” he says, his chest vibrating with his words. “There’s no slowin’ this down if I get anywhere near that college girl snatch that turns slutty the moment I lick it.”
I tug on his hair again as my thighs clench. “Don’t call it that. And you have to because I’m a virgin.”
Something like satisfaction crosses his features, and the side of his mouth pulls up in a lopsided smirk that makes my belly clench in both desire and fear. “You are, aren’t you.”
“Yes, so we need to slow down and—”
He squeezes his arms around me. “Yeah, that’s the thing, see. You know the color that riles a bull up, don’t you?”
My heart skips a beat then, and whatever courage I’d gathered vanishes as I breathe out, “R-red.”
He squeezes his arms around me again, his eyes flashing. “Yeah, red. The color of roses. The color of your cherry when I pop it. And it’ll be the color smeared on your thighs and runnin’ down my dick, when I’m done with you. So if you think that’s gonna slow me down, then maybe I really should have mercy on you and tell you to go back to your books.”
Fear pierces my chest instantly and I tighten my hold on him. “No, no. no. I didn’t mean that. I—”
“But I won’t,” he cuts me off, whispering over my trembling mouth, and I breathe out a sigh of relief. “Because mercy is for men who haven’t laid eyes on you yet and good for them, because if they do, that’ll be the last thing they see. But my dick got hard the moment I saw you and only got harder the moment I sucked your pussy juice off your panties. So virgin or not, be prepared to stay on your back because I’ll be workin’ off my hard-on between those silky thighs for a long fuckin’ time.”
I think I came.
It’s a shock because I’ve been so busy being scared and angry that I somehow forgot I was wet. I was so freaking turned on that I was creaming my panties, but I think I just flooded them. I feel my pussy fluttering in the aftermath; or maybe this is just the beginning of what’s to come. But I guess that’s what he does. He makes me so insane, so conflicted, and yet so alive that I don’t know what to do with myself except fall for him even more.
He’s my adventure.
The one I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
So I guess slowing down was never in the cards for us. I mean, he kissed me down there long before he ever kissed me on the mouth, so I should probably just accept my fate and rejoice in it.
“But you’ll be gentle, won’t you?” I whisper.
A puff of a breath escapes him. “I’ll let you pretend I’m being gentle.”
“Arsen, you’re scaring me again.”
“Shoulda thought of that before you decided to become my wife, dream girl.”
My eyes pop wide. “You called me dream girl.”
That lopsided smirk comes back. “Your name’s Reverie, ain’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Like the dream.”
I smile, but then it occurs to me: “Also, you forced me to marry you.”
“Nah,” he rumbles, his lips twitching. “I just forced you to sign those papers. You became my wife the moment you decided to open the door.”
“You’re such a—”
He shuts me up then and kisses me.
And I forget everything else but his mouth and lemonade. His soft and hot lips and that tongue that demands entry into my mouth from the get-go. If I was the old Reverie, Reverie from maybe even two minutes ago, I would’ve hesitated. I would’ve fought him before giving in anyway because he always makes me feel so good. But I’m the new Reverie now, his dream girl, so I open my mouth the moment he wants me to and let him take over. I let him touch the corners of me that no one has ever touched before. I let him lap and lick on the inside. I let him suck on my tongue and bite my lower lip until I moan and arch up against him.
I let him teach me things.