Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
I enjoyed his company and our banter. He had listened to my past mistakes and not judged me. He’d simply been interested. I’d never spent time with a man like him before. If only he wasn’t into something illegal—although I wasn’t positive what that was yet. He hadn’t been very forthcoming with that last night. Which was another red flag.
His hand moved, and I held my breath. Was he awake? Slowly, the tips of his fingers eased closer to my inner thigh and slid higher. Right before he reached the edge of my panties, my eyes flew open, and I turned my head to see he was watching me through half-lidded eyes.
“Easy,” he said huskily.
Easy? I sucked in air. He began to move the satin aside, and I grabbed his wrist, which only caused him to chuckle. A deep rumble that made me shiver.
“Your panties are damp, darlin’,” he said. “I’m just gonna make it feel good.”
Oh my God. Had he just said that? Was I still asleep? Had I started having naughty dreams about him now?
His fingers slipped between my sensitive flesh, and I let out a strangled cry. That felt very real. Not dreamlike at all. Never had a sex dream been so vivid.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he sank a finger inside me.
My hips lifted as I let out a choked gasp. I’d not been touched down there in years by anyone other than myself.
“Jesus Christ, that’s tight,” he said, using his elbow to push my leg open further.
I cried out as he began to pump his finger in and out slowly. I’d forgotten how it felt to be touched, but I was positive it had never been this good.
“Take your panties off, Snow,” he ordered.
My eyes shot back from where I’d been watching his hand move under the covers to his face.
“Now, or I’ll rip them off with one hand.”
His finger was gone then, along with the pleasure. I wanted that back. I wanted more. I reached up the covers to do as I had been told when he raised the finger that had been inside me to his mouth and began to suck on it. I was transfixed as a pulsing between my legs began to quicken.
“Mmm, that’s sweet,” he said thickly, watching me as he did it.
Holy hell. Turning my attention back to my task, I shoved my panties down until I could kick them off beneath the covers, not caring that I would have to search for them later. The aftermath of this all was not a concern at the moment. I just wanted more.
“Good girl,” he praised and reached for my leg again to pull it over his thighs.
This time, he opened me wider until I could feel his hard length.
If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up. Please do not let me wake up.
When his fingers ran along my opening, I whimpered. The callused tips rubbing along my intimate area was darkly erotic.
“Tight little cunt is dripping,” he said as he worked two fingers inside me. “Sucking my fingers in, all needy and slick.”
“Ah.” I fisted the covers beneath me and arched my back as he sank deeper inside.
“So damn beautiful,” he murmured. “A sweet pussy like this should be taken care of.”
His words. God, his words were driving me crazy. I’d never had a man talk while we did anything sexual. It was normally some grunting, and then it was over. It was causing the build inside me to accelerate, and I wasn’t ready for it to be over yet.
“Fuck, I wish I could bury my face between these pretty thighs. Have you ride my mouth while you got off.”
“Oh God,” I moaned as the stirring of my climax began.
“Not God, Snow. Not even close,” he murmured.
The first wave hit me, and I screamed his name this time as my world exploded.
Forty
Hale
And that small taste had been enough to break any resolve left not to fuck her. I wasn’t sure just how I was going to manage it with my damn shoulder, but I was. That tight pussy was going to take all of me, and until it did, I wasn’t going to be satisfied. My cock was so damn hard that it was leaking pre-cum. I was fifty years old; that shit shouldn’t happen. But seemed Snow White had her own kinda magic, and it was between her thighs.
The sight of her lying there with flushed cheeks and her dark hair spilling over my sheets was something I wanted to burn into my brain. She was her own brand of goddess. Her thick black lashes fluttered open slowly, and I refrained from grinning. I was looking forward to her reaction to this now that she was down from her orgasm high.
She turned her head, and blue eyes met mine. Neither of us spoke while I watched the different reactions play out on her face. She was processing it, and I let her do so. She might as well accept this and prepare because I wanted more. Maybe not right this minute. I needed pain meds, but after that.