Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
"Please," she moans again, her eyes so dilated they're nearly black.
My hand slips beneath her dress, my fingers sliding up her inner thigh. Her skin is so soft, so smooth. She's the softest thing I've ever touched. She may be the most precious, too.
"Are your underwear embarrassing tonight, Hattie baby?"
"Y-yes." She gulps, her cheeks turning pink. "I t-thought maybe they'd be safer."
"Safer?"
She squirms, avoiding my gaze.
Ah, I see.
"You thought they'd keep me from doing this?" I ask, dragging my thumb against the seam. I'm losing my mind to see what I'm touching, but not yet.
Not. Yet.
Her head jerks in a frantic nod.
"The cupcakes covering this pretty little thing only made me harder when you were in my truck," I growl, toying with her and my own sanity. "Whatever you wrapped it in for me tonight won't change how much I want you riding my face."
"Sidney," she half-moans, half-groans, like she's turned on and embarrassed at the same time.
I tug her dress up, my eyes locked with hers, until the fabric is pooling around her waist. My eyes drift down.
Jesus.
She's not even touching me, and I'm going to come all over myself just from looking at her panties. They're white cotton, with little comic speech bubbles printed all over that say spank instead of bam, pow, or zap.
I tug them aside, groaning at how wet she is. Her hard little clit is swollen and begging for attention, her lips bare.
"As soon as we're alone, I'm going to eat this little thing until you scream, Hattie," I breathe. "Might not even stop then."
"Sidney," she moans.
I press my thumb to her clit, grinding in slow circles.
Her hips buck, her nails digging into my scalp.
I can't take my eyes from the sight of my hand on her pussy. It's so fucking perfect it's obscene. I spread her legs wider, just to give me a better view.
"Please," she whimpers like she's dying.
Whatever control I had vanishes. I hoist her higher, using my hips to keep her pinned to the wall while I work her over with my thumb on her clit. One thick finger circles her greedy little hole before I slip it inside.
She's so tight, already clenching and fluttering around me.
I add another finger.
"Sidney," she gasps.
"Can you take one more, butterfly?"
"I…I…" She looks nervous, and then determined. "Yes."
I work it inside, stretching her wide. Fuck me. I'm going to wreck her when I finally get inside. She's so tight. I stretch and push and twist, fucking her with three fingers. The wet squelch of her body trying to suck me deeper and force me out at the same time will replay in my dreams tonight. It'll live in my memories forever.
I pump and twist, fascinated by the way she mewls and whimpers for me, rocking against me like she wants me deeper.
"That's it, butterfly," I growl. "Fuck my fingers just like that."
She pants my name, her face screwed up like she's in heaven. "Sidney, I…I'm…"
"You think I don't know? You think I can't feel it?" I curl my fingers up, searching out that sweet spot. "I know, Hattie baby. Go on and give it to me."
"Don't let me scream," she begs.
"I've got you," I promise, dipping my head until my lips are inches from hers. "No one gets to hear my girl coming apart for me. No one."
She whimpers my name, her head falling back against the wall. Her inner walls clamp down, her body going rigid.
I crash my mouth down on hers, working her clit in furious circles as she catapults over the edge with a strangled cry. I swallow it, stealing that sound and her breath. She convulses, coming in waves. I don't let up, and I don't let her make a sound, not until she goes limp in my arms, her body wrecked.
"I've got you," I whisper, pulling back to press my lips to her crown. "Christ, baby, I've got you."
I feel her sweet sigh in my chest, working its way into my heart.
Chapter Five
Hattie
Ispend half the performance with my eyes glued to the stage…and the other half with them glued to Sidney, trying to remind myself that he isn't my type.
Except…
He glances over at me, his expression soft, and my stomach turns a somersault.
I think I'm in trouble.
This wasn't supposed to happen!
Wait. What is happening?
I'm not entirely sure. My brain is scrambled from the way he made me come all over his fingers. It's been almost two hours, and my body is still riding the high, doing its own ballet.
I want to do it again.
Maybe that's the solution. We just do this…pretend to date. Have sex. No biggie. It doesn't have to mean anything. We can just be two people, getting each other off. And then, when the wedding is over, we go back to our lives and…and what? High five? Shake hands? Pretend it never happened? Never speak to one another again?