Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
I’m so lost in the weight of her, the exquisite feel of her curves against my steel, I don’t consider my answer. “I don’t know. We don’t count these things where I am from.”
“Where are you from?”
Fuck. “Far away.”
“Like…Florida?”
“Yes. Florida.”
Her puzzlement is interrupted by another shout of her name by that pipsqueak. “Darla?”
“I do not like him saying your name.” Possessiveness rises inside of me like the tide. “I want to be alone, so I can take off this bathing suit, find your hole and—”
“Virgin, Moby.”
“What is a virgin?” I growl through my teeth, my tongue bathing her neck. Climbing to her ear. All while I tug, tug, tug her little sex up against my erection.
She hides her beautiful face in my neck. “I’ve never been with a man.”
“Never been mated?” I ask, holding my breath.
“No.”
Possessiveness rules me instantly. It blackens my vision and tears my stomach apart with need. “And this pipsqueak thinks he’ll be the one?”
“That’s why I need you to kiss me.”
No more words are exchanged. My mouth drags across and upward, molding our lips together while she whimpers. We absorb each other’s breath and again, I move on instinct, because I’ve never kissed a human, obviously, but my body knows, my heart and brain and soul knows damn well that my tongue belongs in that hot, moist little mouth, so that’s where it goes, raking up and back, revolving around her shy tongue until she pulls on my hair and cries out, letting me take the kiss deeper, my long fingers tucking into the back of her bathing suit bottom, gripping her bottom. Exploring the place in between with a slow swipe of my fingertip, my cock shooting up straighter than an arrow when I find a breach.
A tight one. Oh, fucking hell! DEAR GOD.
I can’t even imagine the pressure that hole would fashion around my cock.
How her butt would shake every time I pounded into her.
My mouth consumes her with an intensity I’m trying to temper, but I can’t. Wanting to soothe her, to remind her that I might be needful, but I’m also thoughtful, I remove my right hand from her backside and massage her scarred leg, my heart giving a mighty jolt when she mewls her gratitude.
“That feels nice.”
“Good.”
“Darla!” Pipsqueak exclaims from the beach—and it’s obvious he’s finally spotted us, and I don’t give a fuck. In the ocean, creatures do not bother with privacy when mating, and I would gladly give her my sperm her right here and now to drive him away once and for all, away from my Darla, but Darla buries her hot face in my neck and that tells me she doesn’t want an audience when we rut for the first time. “Darla, who is that man?” Leonardo yells. “You come up to this beach right this instant. Your daddy is looking for you!”
“Daddy. He means your father?”
“Yes,” she whispers, still sipping at my lips, like she can’t help it. I like that notion very much. “But I’m eighteen, which no one seems to remember. And I don’t want to answer to my daddy anymore.”
“Who do you want to answer to?”
“Myself.”
I use my thumb to keep her knee from stiffening, rubbing the scarred flesh in circles. “Perhaps you need a Daddy for some things. Like keeping away unworthy boys and making sure this little mouth gets kissed right.”
“That’s what you’re doing,” she breathes, awed.
“Then maybe I’m Daddy from now on.”
She slow blinks. A blush dances along her cheekbones.
“Darla!” Leonardo whines impatiently. “Who are you with out there?”
“Me, Leonardo,” I roar, stomping toward where he stands on the shore, hands on hips. I’m still holding Darla in my arms, because that is where she belongs, but I do splay my hand and hold it over her butt. That’s a view only I have the privilege of seeing. “Do you have something to say, puny boy?”
“Puny—” His mouth snaps closed when I get closer to the shore, illuminated by the moon above. First, he stammers out a curse over my height. Then his eyes track lower to my cock where it drips with ocean water beneath Darla’s tight ass, his eyes nearly bug out of his head. “Holy shit.”
“Go back to the luau, Leonardo. Keep your mouth shut. And leave a man to do his work.”
He doesn’t just go. He runs, tripping once on a piece of driftwood, before getting up again and sprinting for the distant bonfire.
“I do not think you’ll have to worry about him again, little human.” I nip at her bottom lip, catching and tugging, memorizing the way she sucks in a breath. “Only me.”
She giggles, and it’s a sound that makes my balls squeeze like they’re locked in a giant fist. “Maybe. Maybe not. But you definitely just bought me a free night, at the very least.” She ducks her head to hide her blush. “If we can figure out a way to make it to my room without anyone noticing that you’re naked, maybe we could watch a movie?”