Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Stone squints because the ring is made of a gold so delicate and fine that it’s practically invisible.
“So you’re married already,” he says in a slow voice.
“Yes,” I nod. “To Jesus Christ. That is, until my future husband comes along.”
Stone shoots me an unreadable look.
“Yes, but I thought only teenaged girls had promise rings,” he states.
I sit up a little straighter, my cheeks heating up.
“No, that’s not true,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady in order to not sound defensive. “I’m twenty years old, thank you very much, and I’m very proud of my promise to God. I took a vow many years ago, and I intend to honor it. As a result, no sex until marriage. At least, not in the traditional sense.”
Those words hang in the air between us, and the billionaire’s blue eyes gleam then.
“The traditional sense?” he repeats, one black brow raised. “What does that mean?”
I nod, taking a deep breath. OMG, this is so wrong because like I said, I take my vows seriously. But at the same time, everyone knows there are ways around those vows right? Because people are people, and there are exceptions to every rule.
But am I ready to share my secrets with Stone? Am I ready to teach him the Mormon Dick Soak, as well as all the other things I’ve done with boys when I was allegedly celibate? A hot shiver runs down my spine, making me press my thighs together with need because I want this man … and I already know that bending, but not breaking, my vows with Stone Thompson will be totally worth it.
5
STONE
Maybe I should just let it go. This is a hare-brained scheme that can only end badly, but I can’t help myself either because Tanya is so beautiful and innocent, and it only makes me want her more. There’s something so forbidden and taboo about the fact that she’s taken a promise vow … that I’m now going to help her break.
“So tell me,” I manage in a neutral tone. “How do we get around this vow of yours?”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she stares down at her hands, which are twisting around one another.
“Well, there’s anal of course,” she says in a soft voice. “I haven’t pledged my backdoor to Jesus, and as a result, I consider that okay.”
I nod, although my cock jerks.
“Good. I enjoy anal. But what else? Is that pretty mouth of yours pledged to Jesus as well?”
She shakes her head, unable to meet my eyes.
“No, so oral is okay too,” she whispers, her cheeks a pretty tomato red. “I’ve done that before with different boys,” she admits.
I nod.
“Okay, but these are all quite standard. You mentioned some creative ways to get around the ban? Does it have to do with getting cock in your pussy? Are we pushing the limits here?”
I have to admit that I’m exceedingly curious because I’d love to know all the filthy ways I can ravish this woman before returning her to God. It intrigues me, and my cock’s at full mast now, pounding and painful.
Tanya, meanwhile, nods again.
“Yes. Have you ever heard of the Mormon Dick Soak?” she whispers.
I blink, startled.
“Are you Mormon? Is this part of their vows and rituals?”
She shakes her head while biting her lip.
“No, I’m not Mormon. I’m just regular Christian non-denominational, but I guess the name probably comes from Mormon folks who invented this.”
“What does it entail, pray tell?” I ask, leaning forward as my balls raise painfully.
She bites her lip again, causing the bottom one to plumpen up enticingly.
“Basically, it’s just…Well, the man can put it in and everything,” she blushes. “But he doesn’t move. The couple just remains still the whole time.”
I groan aloud at the mere thought of it. I imagine it would feel fucking amazing, having Tanya’s tight, wet pussy wrapped around my cock, keeping it nice and warm for me. But how would I possibly be able to keep myself from moving? How would I not be able to fuck into her, over and over again? The urge would be irresistible and this is beginning to sound more like torture.
“It sounds fucking awful,” I growl. “Like hell.”
Tanya nods, still biting her lip.
“Yes, it is,” she acknowledges. “It’s definitely a challenge, but the good part is that I don’t technically count it as breaking my vow.”
“Really?” I send her a look, watching as she squirms in her seat. “I find that hard to believe, sweetheart. Kind of like following the letter of the law, but not the spirit. Not even following the letter, to be honest.”
She swallows hard and nods once more.
“I know, but sometimes I really like a guy, so this is what we do. And I feel like holding it there without moving is okay because it’s not like we’d actually be having sex. We’d just been enjoying our closeness.”