Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
I can feel my own pent-up need coursing through my body, a deep ache forming in my balls. Tinsley's thighs spread more as little pants leave her. She is close but not yet. I have to feel inside of her.
I slip my fingers down further, finding her small hole. Fuck, she is tiny everywhere. Her pussy is soaking my hand, but I still have to slowly work my finger into her. She’s so fucking tight. Thoughts of how she will feel wrapped around my cock flash through my mind.
"You've never had anything inside this pussy, have you?" I whisper. She shakes her head no. "Now you have." I move my fingers faster, her warm heat surrounding it, clinging to me. I press my palm over her pussy firmly to rub down on her clit as I keep thrusting in and out of her. "Are you going to let me in here?" I lick her neck, burying my face there. I have one of my legs thrown over hers, completely trapping her under me.
"Yes."
“I love how wet you are for me. It’s going to make it easier when I slide my cock inside of you.” I thrust my fingers faster. “Look how good you’re adjusting and getting ready for me. Your pussy is begging for me.”
“Pierce,” she moans louder, her cunt fluttering about my fingers. I release my hold on her wrist to put my hand over her mouth as she starts to come for me. I rock against her hip, my own orgasm hitting at the feel of her pussy clamping down around my fingers.
I bury my face in her neck to muffle my own groans. Tinsley moans into my hand, and I fucking hate it. I want to hear her. She arches her back, her hips bucking, and I grind my palm down to milk the orgasm from her. I lift my head, not wanting to miss how she looks. Fuck, she’s even more gorgeous when she comes. Soon enough she’ll be coming on my cock.
Patience. I push the thought of taking her fully to the back of my mind, reminding myself that I need to take this slow with her. No matter how bad the need I have for her is. Her little mewls aren’t helping.
When her eyes lock with mine and pleasure engulfs her, it pushes me over the edge with her. She’s a sight to behold, the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life, and I know she always will be.
Chapter Seventeen
TINSLEY
Inever considered myself to be a shy person. I’m quickly learning there are different things to be shy about. Right now, it's about my parents knowing what we did in my bedroom. Pierce strolls out of my room without a care or worry in the world. I have to go to the bathroom and wash my face, trying to get my cheeks to unredden. It's not easy. My entire body is both relaxed and energized at the same time.
I'm also more timid about sex when it comes to Pierce. I can talk about it with my girlfriends openly, and my mom and I have had a few conversations over the years. That didn't bother me either, but again, it all circles back to my shyness with Pierce. I can be bold and pushy, pretending to have bravado and asking for an orgasm, but once he pushes right back, that's when the bashfulness floods in.
"Do you guys have plans tonight?" my mom asks as we all eat dinner, which she insisted we all have together. I'm not good at telling her no, but she is also never pushy about much.
"Tinsley is going to show me around town," Pierce answers before I can.
"Now that you're married, will you be coming to stay here?"
"No!" I blurt out my response to beat Pierce. He's too fast with his answers over there. I need to up my game and be quick on my toes. That’s the only way that I’m going to be able to keep up with him. This is definitely new for me. "Mom, we're getting an annulment."
"We're not," Pierce says with a finality before taking another bite of the parmesan crusted-stuffed chicken my mom made. I send him a quick glare and then smile when my mom looks over at me. The nerve of him.
I might have agreed to give this a go, but I’m not wrapping my parents into it. They might get attached.
"You know, I don't think you can get an annulment if—"
"Babe!"
"Mom!" Dad and I both speak at the same time.
"I'm only saying." She hides a smile by taking a sip of her wine. She’s next on the glare list if she keeps this up. She’s enjoying herself way too much over there. "But it won't hurt our feelings if you'd rather stay at the B&B with your husband. We'd understand." Mom keeps on pushing. Dad grunts his response, which, for the most part, means he's okay with whatever Mom has said.