Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34876 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
She takes a little breath, but her hands move to the top button. I love that she buttons it all the way up. To the rest of the world, she's just sweet, prim and proper. Let them think it. Everything else is just for me.
"That's it. Good girl." The words drip from my lips. I'd never considered saying that before, but right now it's perfect. And the way her eyes sparkle when I say it, it only solidifies what I already know. We were meant for each other.
She slowly unfastens each button, deliberately, her eyes on mine as I devour each moment. I want to memorize this and play it back in my mind a million times. This will be the first day for the rest of our lives together.
"Jesus, May, you're beautiful."
Her fingertips hitch around the fabric, drawing it open slowly, and she gives me what I'd only dreamed of when she unclasps the front of her bra. Then I notice it. A jagged, silver scar reaching around from her rib cage, up under her left breast. The breast I didn't free from her bra the other night.
Her words come back to me. I need to tell you something.
"That's what I wanted to tell you. It's so ugly. I didn't want you to see it." Her voice shakes, but my mouth is on the scar, licking and kissing it. It only makes me more ravenous for her, makes her more beautiful in my eyes.
There's a perfection within the imperfection. She's perfect, simply because she's her.
"Don't ever use that word about yourself again. Ever."
I'm angry right now, but not at her. I'm angry at whoever made her feel like that. I lift my face, narrowing my eyes. I don't want anyone hurting her or berating her. Harming her in any fucking way.
"This—" My fingertips trace the textured skin, while the skin around it rises in goosebumps. "—just makes you more precious to me. More beautiful. And I want to know how you got it, but that'll wait. Right now, you need to know that every part of you, everything you see as a flaw, I see as perfection. And don't ever, ever insult yourself again. Do you understand?" I growl, my lips coming down to nuzzle her neck.
Reaching for her hands, I pull them up and over her head, stretching her body below me.
She nods, her breathing shallow as I nip and bite her neck, leaving my marks there because I need the world to know she's off-fucking-limits.
My hands rush to free her from the blouse and bra. Her skirt is next, and within a minute her ample curves are on full display for me, showing me every part that I intend to eat. Just like that pastry she created just for me.
Her hands are shaking. She's fighting the urge to cover herself.
"You'll never keep yourself from me, you understand? Tell me. Tell me you'll never keep me from what's mine."
She shakes her head, a quiver of a reluctant smile on her lips, then her tongue comes out, and she teases me with a slow lick around. How does this little, innocent vixen know to do that shit? I have to fight the urge to cum, pushing it down deep yet again. When I finally let it go inside her, I may just blow her off the damn bed.
I run my hands from her knees down, to slip off her black, patent leather loafers, then back up. I slip my fingers under the waistband of her skirt and tug.
She giggles and kicks her feet up as I struggle to pull and stretch the red tights off her toes.
Her knees draw together, instinctively covering herself, and something inside me breaks.
"What did I just say, babe? You're not hiding that cunt from me. Not now, not ever. Spread those thighs. Show me what's mine. Show me what no other man on earth is ever going to see."
Her curves stretch out before me like an offering on the altar. Her thick thighs spread. Glistening cream already decorates her bare outer lips. I want to fuck her into dust.
She didn't have any panties on under those red tights. I'm growling in my chest. The scent of her wet cunt hits me like a fist.
I drop my pants, shake off my boots, and when it's just me and my skin, wonder fills her eyes. Then fear.
"It's so—" She gulps, her eyes like full moons staring at my fat cock, already soaking with drops of cum.
The last word is caught in her throat, so I finish for her. "Big."
"How is that ever going to fit inside me?" Her eyes dance from my face, back down to my lurching cock.
"Look at me, May." I wait until her eyes are on me, until I know her heart's with me, too. "I'm going to give you special kisses first. Then, after you've fucked my tongue all you want, I'm going to slip inside you. I'll try to go slow, but I can't promise anything. I want in there deep, and you're going to take me and my cum today, aren't you?"