Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
“There you go. Such a perfect girl.”
His cock is slowly easing into my body, stretching and filling me with each breath we take. I’m overwhelmed by him and us and what we’re doing. It’s painful and amazing and beautiful and sexy. Too much and yet not enough.
The burn is intense and the stab of him inside me feels like it could leave a bruise, but that’s not what has tears forming in my eyes.
It’s him.
He’s so caring and gentle and attentive.
And he wants me.
Needs me.
Willing to risk everything to be with me.
I’ve never had anyone go all in with me like this. It’s the words he says, the things he does, the way he makes me feel, both mentally and physically.
“Perfect fit,” he murmurs against my neck. “Feel me deep inside you?”
“Y-yes.”
“I won’t last long. Not with how tight you are. Fuck, it’s like being a teenager all over again.”
“I feel good?”
“You feel fucking amazing.”
“Will you kiss me?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, his lips find mine. His hips thrust and I’m knocked into oblivion. I claw at his skin—neck, shoulders, biceps—all to feel closer to him. The next few seconds or minutes or eons go by in a blur. He slides a finger between my pussy lips, seeking out my clit, when his thrusting goes quicker and quicker. I feel like he’s close and he wants me to come at the same time. With him massaging my clit relentlessly, it doesn’t take long before my back arches and I cry out something unintelligible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, mouth hovering over mine.
His cock swells and he tenses. I can feel him pumping and pumping. I’m struck with sadness because the condom will keep his cum from filling me up. Now that he’s mentioned what he wants to do but won’t because he’s trying to be responsible, it’s all I want too.
He slides out of me and lifts up so he can look at me. His brows pinch together, worry glittering in his electric blue eyes.
“How do you feel?”
“Boneless. Happy. Exhausted.”
“Do you feel like you really belong to me now?”
“Only you.”
“Good girl.”
I don’t think my heart can get any fuller without bursting.
Callum
I want to keep her.
On my bed. Locked in my arms. Safe. By my side. Forever.
The thoughts running through my mind are maddening. Completely out of control. I don’t understand how you can essentially embark on something new with someone and immediately drown in them.
Yet…it’s happened.
I can’t breathe.
She sucks the air from my lungs and keeps it all for herself.
At the rate we’re going, I won’t recognize myself by the end of it.
End?
The thought of ending this thing between us not only sounds ridiculous, but quite frankly, infuriating. I want to wrap us up in a blanket that keeps the world around us out.
Just me and her.
Naked and kissing and fucking and loving.
What more do we need?
“I hear my phone vibrating,” Willa murmurs, her face nuzzled against my neck. “Someone in my family is probably looking for me.”
As they should be.
I’ve accosted this girl, brought her into my domain, fucked her into oblivion, and watched twilight darken the room all in the span of a few hours.
She’s missing from their lives because I’ve imbedded her in mine.
It’s where she belongs. I feel it deep in my soul, unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before. If I could, I’d carve a hole in my chest and dig out my insides, just to give her a safe, warm place to call home.
I’m her home.
“Callum,” Willa says, once again drawing me from my insane thoughts. “I think you should take me home.”
But she feels so good, naked and sated in my arms.
“Five more minutes,” I grumble.
“You’re stalling.”
“Can you blame me?”
She sits up, resting on an elbow. Though I can’t see her well in the dark room, I can feel her stare on me. “I would stay if I could.”
“You can.”
She strokes her fingers over my face. “I can’t. You’re thinking like a caveman and not like a functioning man of a civilized society.”
“Woman. Mine. Rawr.”
Her giggle is music. Sweet, melodic music. Like tingling bells. “Stop. You’re too much.”
Sliding a hand into her hair, I pull her close. Her lips press to mine and she kisses me. Differently now that we’ve had sex. It’s almost as though she’s surer of herself. I love it.
“I’m addicted to you, sweetheart. I don’t want you out of my sight.”
“Luckily, you’re my teacher, so you get to see me every day.” She smiles against my lips. “And this weekend, I’ll find a way to be with you.”
“Tomorrow night will be torture. I can’t exactly sneak over and see you with my sister staying the night.”
Though I’m slightly annoyed Gemma has injected herself into Willa’s life and ruined my plans with her, I’m happy she’s saving her from that party. Dempsey is a troublemaker who’ll fuck anything that moves, while Spencer is a lot more devious. My nephew is much less obvious about his wicked ways. Willa can see them at school, but outside of it, I’m worried I won’t be able to protect her from them.