Say Yes (Second Generation #1) Read Online C.M. Steele

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Second Generation Series by C.M. Steele
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
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She turns and goes before I grab her and wrap her up in my arms. “Fucking shit,” I grumble, adjusting my cock and going straight into my bedroom. I lay on my bed, one hand behind my head, attempting to control the raging lust she brings out in me with just one look.

The sound of the shower down the hall turns on and my cock begs to be let out. I’ve spent the entire day keeping my hand off that fucker, but then my future wife shows up and the good man in me just disappears. I take off my shirt and pull my cock out of my pants. It’s thick, hard and the tip is coated with need. I close my eyes and picture my sweet girl washing her body. Does she touch herself to thoughts of me? Slipping her tiny fingers between her legs, strumming her clit while thinking about all the fucked up shit I plan to do to her.

I don’t hear the bedroom door open, but my name coming from Greta’s lips catches my attention.

“Greta.”

“Oh my God.” She’s staring at my thick rod with my meaty fist around it. I stop, but I don’t embarrassingly hide it away. No. She came into my private space and soon I’ll be coming in hers.

“I thought you were in pain.”

“I am, baby girl. I’m in a lot of pain,” I groan, stroking my cock while her eyes never leave the show. “Are you going to leave or stay and watch?”

“Can I watch?”

“If that’s what you want.” She pushes the door shut and leans against it. Damn she’s playing with fire.

She’s wrapped up in her bathrobe. Hair bundled up in a towel.

“I should go.”

“You should,” I grunt, but I don’t stop myself. “But you like what you see, don’t you?”

“Yes. What are you thinking about while you…” She doesn’t say jerking off because she’s a good girl and innocent. I can’t wait to turn my sweet Greta into a bad girl.

“You. I imagine all the filthy things I want to do to you.” She clenches her thighs together. “That’s right, baby girl. Your pussy’s aching for everything I have to give it. Do you touch yourself, Greta?”

“I try.”

“You try, but you don’t come, baby girl?”

“I can’t make it happen,” she pouts prettily that I ache to show her how to get off.

“Show me.” My voice is rough, husky as the lust builds. She follows my commands so well. She undoes the tie to the robe, giving me just a hint of her cleavage and a straight shot of her blonde curls. She’s wet and I’m betting it’s not from the shower.

“Get started. Show me how you strum your pussy while I finish what I started.” I take my cock in hand, stroking the fucker in long languid movements, hoping that I don’t nut too soon. She slips her fingers between her folds, pumping one inside her sopping wet slit. “Cup those tits, tease them. Think of my mouth on those tight, tiny buds.” Her robe falls past her shoulders and rests at the crook of her elbow. Fuck me. Her pink nipples are rock hard, pointing at me. My tongue involuntarily pops out of my mouth, swiping my bottom lip as I imagine sucking on her sexy flesh. I’m on the verge of coming as her teeth tug on her pouty pink lips.

I forget to stroke myself because I’m fascinated by her. “I can’t do it,” she complains.

“Come here, baby girl. I’ll make it better, but I’m not going to touch you.”

“What?”

“Come here.” She does, stepping to the edge of the bed. “Feed me your fingers, baby.”

“Um…”

“Don’t be shy. In a week, your pussy’s going to be all in my face, so let me help you, Greta.”

She lifts them to my lips and I suck on her sticky, pussy juice covered fingers. She moans as my mouth pulls on them. I growl. “How are you feeling? Are you getting closer?”

She nods. “Yes.” Her thighs clench, and she rolls her hips near the mattress. I’m so turned on watching her tease herself.

“You need more friction, baby. Come up here and use me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me. Come up here and use me. I won’t touch you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“I didn’t say you couldn’t touch me.”

“Like a stripper?”

“Yes.” Fuck, I’m about to come. I’ve never been to a strip club and I’m betting she hasn’t either, but it’s pretty common knowledge. “I’m getting my first lap dance,” I growl.” That makes her smile which is good. I want her to know that she’s my only one, but I’m not ready to confess that yet.

She climbs on top of me, her nerves a little less on edge. Although I’m on edge. She bites on her bottom lip as she straddles me. “Take what you need, Greta.” She rolls her hips, her seam splitting as she runs it along my shaft, sandwiching my meat. Fuck me. I grip my headboard to avoid touching her. Liking that she does it some more, moving a little faster as moans escape her body.


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