Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Are you going to do it, or do I walk away?”
“Oh, I’m going to do it,” he purrs, and I roll my eyes. He lets out a small chuckle. “I’ll make sure the doors are secure, too.”
“Remind me again why I’m doing this when you’re clearly an asshole?” I mutter under my breath while kicking off my flip-flops and unbuttoning my pants.
“Because of my sparkling personality,” he responds, coming back to stand over me as I sit down on the fake grass rug. I guess I should be thankful for this ugly stuff. If not for it, I’d be lying on concrete.
He’s kicked his boots off, although he still has his jeans on. The top button, however, is undone. “Don’t you think you’re overdressed, Candy-boy?” I ask. I try to sound snarky and in control. Instead, I sound needy and breathless. There’s nothing I can do to hide it.
“You don’t need to worry. I’m more worried about showing you just how beautiful you are.” I look at him. He’s staring at me, and I get the distinct feeling that he wants to say something else, but for whatever reason he doesn’t. I let it go when he slides down onto the floor beside me. The pads of his fingers slide against the lace cup of my bra. His heated touch sends electricity and shivers thrumming through my body. It circles around my nipple, and I bite my lip to keep my moan from escaping. His lips stretch into a soft smile. He leans down and kisses the hard point before sucking it into his mouth. It feels amazing and more erotic than anything I’ve experienced before. Maybe that’s because I still have my bra on. It’s like he can’t wait to take my clothes off. He wants me too much. That thought alone is intoxicating.
“Caleb,” I whisper, my fingers brushing through his hair as he suckles my breast.
“Lay back, Isolde,” he groans, kissing along my neck and nipping the tender skin there. I do as he asks, watching him as he pulls my pants off. His eyes never leave mine as he undresses me. I gasp as he presses a kiss to my center. His nose presses against the lace-covered lips of my pussy, and I watch him inhale deeply. “You smell so fucking good, baby,” he growls. The sound hits me like a vibration slamming through my body.
“Please,” I beg, unable to decipher what exactly I’m begging for. I just know I want him.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you,” he breathes. Before I can respond, he grabs the thin band of lace that’s on my hip and rips it. He does the same with the other side.
“I liked those,” I squeak, as I feel myself growing so wet that it’s embarrassing.
“I like you better without them, but don’t worry, I’m keeping these. I’ll buy you some more.” I’m sure my face shows my shock, as he gives me an absolutely filthy smile that makes me ache. He’s got his dirty-blonde hair pulled up in a messy bun, and I’m dying to pull it down and let it fall around his beautiful face. Before I can do that, he moves so that his body is wedged between my legs. His face is so close to my center that I can feel his hot breath skating across the wet lips of my pussy. “Fuck, Isolde,” he groans. “Your pussy is so gorgeous. I’m going to fuck it so good, fill it with my cum so full that you’ll be addicted to my cock. I’ll be the only man you will ever crave.” I want to say something snarky—use my attitude that I always hide behind. I can’t make myself do that, however. I’m too far gone. Part of me is kind of worried that he could do it. Even with that fear, I’m not going to call a stop to what is happening between us. I want him too much. I whimper when I feel his lips placing gentle kisses against the inside of my wet thigh. I hiss when his tongue slides against my flesh, creating a path that leads straight to my center. He takes his time licking and nibbling until he reaches the glossy, heated lips of my pussy. My hips thrust up, wanting more of him. Caleb lets out a wicked chuckle. “Want something, baby?”
“Stop torturing me,” I half whine, half demand. In retaliation, his tongue laps along the outside of the bare lips of my pussy. “Caleb,” I puff out, rocking my hips up, twisting my fingers to pull down some of his hair, trying to bring his mouth where I need it the most.
“If you want it, Isolde, you have to ask for it.”
He locks his gaze with mine. I can do nothing but watch as he flattens his tongue out and slides it against my center. “Caleb,” I demand, increasing my hold.