Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 647(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
I’m about to tell him hell will freeze over before my butt gets anywhere near his crotch again, but the absolute plea in his tone when his begs halt my response. “Let her sleep. Please. She’s hardly slept the past month.” When his desolate tone has me desperate to remove the groove from the middle of his brows with my tongue, he murmurs, “I know that because I’ve spent the last month with her… at home… alone.”
Incapable of going down without a fight, I say, “And Octavia calls Seattle Socialites ‘Snooze Palooza.’ Sounds like she got home life and work confused.”
I only roll my eyes halfway around when Caleb demands them back to him by grazing his thumb across a small portion of skin on my lower stomach. I’m usually a sweats and tee type of girl during movie marathons, but since Octavia mentioned the possibility of a tag-along, I changed things up by wearing a plaid skirt with a cute black O-ring bustier top that seems more like a bra when Caleb whispers in my ear, “Why go out when you can have fun at home?”
“Caleb,” I murmur in warning when the girthy width of his finger has it creeping across a lot of skin in an extremely short period. “Watch the damn movie.”
Both my heart rate and the throb between my legs kick up a gear when he mutters, “I’d rather watch you.” His words are so soft they almost replicate the moan that involuntarily leaves my mouth when his thumb switches its feather-like brushes to my thigh.
Refusing to surrender without displaying the boldness my father instilled in me at a young age, I ram my elbow into Caleb’s ribs before faking an interest in the movie. I can’t see a single thing since my blood pressure is so high, but I can fake it until I make it under any circumstance.
My endeavors to act nonchalant to Caleb’s closeness is left for dust when he drags up the blanket I tossed into his face hours ago to drape it over my legs. The possibility of mistaking his actions as chivalrous flies out of the window when he murmurs, “You need to stay really still and really fucking quiet.”
I breathe through the excitement gripping every inch of me when the hand he hasn’t removed from my thigh in the past five minutes slips underneath my skirt.
“Caleb…”
My brain shouts for me to shut this down, to push away the hand disappearing beneath the immodest hemline of my skirt, but no matter how loud it screams, my libido wins.
It always wins.
When my thighs crack open an inch, Caleb’s lips breaking into a grin is felt by my neck since his prickly beard moves as much as his mouth when he predicts, “I bet you’re drenched,” he whispers a mere second before brushing his fingers down the middle of my panties. I fight my thighs’ wish to clamp around his hand when he growls out, “I fucking knew it.”
The fear that filled me when it dawned on me last month that we didn’t use protection is nowhere to be seen when he hooks my panties to the side with his thumb before he slowly inserts a finger inside me.
Since half my ass is on his lap, and the other is suspended midway between the couch and his thigh, he enters me without hindrance. Any further objections are left for dust when he furls his finger to ensure it lathers the sweet spot inside me with attention.
“Ohhh…” I hope like hell my moan is barely audible because if Caleb hears it, so will Octavia.
My worries are founded when Caleb murmurs in my ear, “Bite your lip, Jessie. Keep those moans in the back of your throat where my cock really wants to be.”
“If you want me to do that… you need to remove your finger from my vagina.” I’m shocked I can talk. Every cell in my body is being used to stay as still as possible. It wouldn’t be such a tortuous fight if the urge to grind my aching clit against Caleb’s palm wasn’t demanding my hips to rock.
“I can do that if you want,” Caleb whispers, his words extra breathy when the threat has me clamping my vaginal walls around his thick digit. “But then I’d have to replace my finger with my tongue, and there’s no way I could eat you for dessert without making you scream. That would be like you not being wet for me… im-fucking-possible.”
“Ohhh… Sweet Clementine,” I murmur while widening the unladylike sweep of my thighs. I don’t spread them far enough to get close to touching Octavia’s leg, but there’s no doubt Caleb has me over a barrel.
I’m letting him finger fuck me while his cousin naps next to me.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is a perfect example of lust-induced insanity.