Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 242(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
“Calm down, rich boy. Trust me, there’s no other boyfriend. You were my first kiss.”
I didn’t mean for that to slip out, but as soon as it does, my face turns piping hot, and I try to turn my head to evade his searching gaze, but he doesn’t let me. He’s still pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, but he catches my chin in his free one, his big chest puffing up and down twice.
“Ah, angel, why didn’t you tell me that?”
“I don’t know. It’s weird.”
“It’s only weird that thousands of boys didn’t try.”
“Now…” I purse my lips. “I didn’t say that.”
His lips kick up on one side, and he radiates a combination of chagrin and affection down at me. “You were just waiting for some wealthy asshole to come along and attack you on the job, huh?”
“No, but that wealthy asshole turned out to be you, Tripp,” I whisper, a little nervous that I’m revealing myself here. Revealing that he’s important to me, whether we’re together in the future or not. “So it was worth the wait.”
He’s not amused anymore.
In fact, he looks like he can’t get a swallow down.
“Give me the application, angel,” he says, firmly.
I chew my lip, indecisive. I don’t want favors from him. I don’t want to take advantage of anything this man has to offer. I only want him. But the request to look at my Yale application is innocent enough, right? And it’s better than letting him shower me in sapphires or spend a thousand dollars on our dinner.
“Just for a look, okay?” I murmur.
He blinks away the triumph that flashes in his eyes, but not before I see it.
“Just a look.” He releases my chin and trails a big palm downward, between my breasts and over my tummy, hesitating only briefly before traveling further and tucking his hand beneath my skirt to squeeze my upper thigh and hip, easing his body to one side so he can stroke a single finger down the center of my mound. “But I’m about to do a lot more than look at you here, Vida.”
“I know,” I breathe.
He flips up my skirt and peruses me there hotly, a sound rumbling in his chest. “Just had her first kiss last night. My God.”
“My first orgasm, too,” I whisper, my belly hollowing with deepening breaths.
“Vida, no.” His brows slash together, his expression disbelieving. Turned on and rueful at the same time. “Jesus, I’ve done shit so backwards with you. Your first orgasm shouldn’t have been while you were hanging from my belt.”
I arch my back for him, and he watches, licking his lips.
“I loved hanging from your belt. But show me how you think it should have been.”
“Oh, I plan on it, angel.” He tucks a finger into the waistband of my white panties and ferries them down my legs all the way to my ankles, where I toe them onto the floor. His expression is nothing short of marveling, his fingertips teasing my private lips gently, his breath ghosting over my wetness when he leans forward to study me. “Could hardly believe what I was tasting when I licked it last night. Didn’t even come close to getting my fill.” He slips his thumb into the top of my slit and gently rubs that nub, so recently discovered, and my legs jerk on a whimper. “You can wear your lily-white panties and ride your bike around town like the girl next door, but something so wet and horny needs filth, too, Vida. You’re going to get that from me. Only. Ever. Me. I’m going to be Daddy to this little sugar pussy. We on the same page yet?”
Following his words, there’s an embarrassing rush of heat at my center. Which part do I address first? If my body clearly enjoys how he’s speaking to me, does that make it okay?
“D-Daddy?” I ask on a shallow breath while Tripp kisses his way down my stomach. “Why would you say th—oh!”
His tongue is dragging up the part of my sex, his intense blue eyes fastened on my face—and I know in that instant what Tripp means by filth. Oh, my goodness, he is filth incarnate, his broad shoulders and back tense with flexed muscles, his body settling in between my parted legs, as if to enjoy a meal.
All day long, I’ve been worried about this moment, so sure it would be cringe-inducing or uncomfortable, but he’s not giving me any room to feel anything but warmth and tension and that unexplainable sensation that comes when he reaches my clit and spreads his tongue all over it like jelly.
“Oh my God,” I hiccup, twisting my fingers in the sheets above my head.
“Fuck, angel,” he growls. “You just drip for this tongue, don’t you?”
I nod vigorously because yeah, I can feel that what he’s saying is oh so accurate. I didn’t know I could get this aroused. Maybe I wasn’t capable of it until I met Tripp.