Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Our eyes meet, our gazes clash, and then our mouths collide. This kiss isn’t gentle like the last time. It’s filled with passion and lust and want. Our tongues stroke and swirl around one another. His hand palms the side of my face, deepening the kiss. I suck on his tongue, getting drunk off his taste, as his hands glide down my body until he’s palming the globes of my ass.
With our mouths connected, he lifts me into his arms, my legs circling around his waist, and walks us over to the island, setting me down. We continue to kiss, taste, devour each other, but it’s not enough. I want...no, I need more.
I push myself forward and grind my center against the bulge in his pants, creating the best kind of friction. I’ve kissed guys before, but I’ve never gone any further than that. Micah backs up slightly, and for a second, I assume he doesn’t want to take things any further, but then he spreads my thighs and slides his fingers under my dress and over my pantyhose. He rubs his finger along my center, and when he touches my clit—even through the material of my pantyhose and panties—it feels so good, I let out a loud moan that he swallows down with a plundering kiss.
“You want me to make you feel good?” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“You sure?” he asks, pulling back slightly. I wonder why he’s asking, until he says, “We’ve been drinking, Hellcat. I don’t want to do anything you’ll regret once you’re sober.” And just like that, my heart swells in my chest that he cares enough to ask, to make sure.
“I’m sure,” I tell him, nowhere near drunk enough to regret any decision I make. “Please make me feel good.”
“You got it,” he says, then his mouth is back on mine—tasting, licking, devouring. His fingers press into me, but the material he encounters halts his access. And before I can lift so he can remove them, he rips a hole into my pantyhose, shoves my panties to the side, and pushes his fingers into me. I’m so wet, they slide right in.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he mutters. “One day, after we’re married, I’m going to fuck this tight cunt, baby, stretch it out and mold it to the size of my cock. But until then, I’ll be gentle.”
His words should probably scare me. I mean the guy’s talking about marriage...marriage! But my brain is too caught up on the part about him fucking me, and my body is lost to the way he’s curling his fingers inside of me and rubbing my vaginal walls. I’ve used small dildos and vibrators to get off plenty of times, but none of them have ever made me feel like this.
His thumb pushes against my clit, and it’s my undoing. My walls clench around his fingers, my legs shake, and when his mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing my moans, stars—bright and colorful—explode behind my lids as I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
He doesn’t stop coaxing every ounce of pleasure from my body until I gently push him back, my sex sensitive, my body satiated.
When I open my eyes, I find him smiling softly at me.
“What?” I murmur, still trying to catch my breath.
“You look so beautiful when you come.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine, and I sigh into him, not wanting the moment to end.
Without thought, I reach between us and squeeze his hard length, making it clear what I want. He groans into my mouth and I—
“Oh, shit! My bad.”
Ellie’s voice has Micah pulling back and spinning around. I wonder why he’s standing in front of me until I realize my dress is up around my waist. Shit! I pull it down quickly and close my legs, pushing him forward slightly.
“Sorry about that,” Ellie says with a knowing smirk.
Oh. My. God. How could I forget that Micah and I weren’t alone? I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t drunk enough to regret any decisions I made tonight, but I obviously drank enough to forget that my fifteen-year-old sister was here.
“I was just going to ask if you guys wanted to watch a movie with me, but please”—she grins like a Cheshire cat, and I want to die—“carry on.”
“A movie sounds great,” I say, my voice squeaking at the end.
“Yeah,” Micah agrees. “Let me just…” He clears his throat. “I just need to take a quick shower and then I’ll meet you guys in the theater room.”
He takes off inside, and I feel bad that he’s totally going to have to rub one out since I got him all worked up and then left him hanging. I’m torn between following after Micah, staying to talk to Ellie about what she just walked in on, and running to my room to hide.