Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
“Look at me.” I hook a finger under her chin, the skin there impossibly soft, forcing those wide, scared eyes up to meet mine. Tiny flecks of gold shimmer in her irises. “You don’t need to be shy with me.”
Her full lips, part but no sound escapes, just a shaky exhale that warms my face. I smirk, the corner of my mouth curling upward. “This little clit belongs to me now. Just like the rest of you.”
Way to go. The little voice in the back of my mind warns that I’m coming on too strong, but I can’t fucking dial it back, not with her trembling beneath me like this.
My thumb finds her clit through the fabric, rubbing slow circles, and her hips buck. My fingers dive under her skirt, sliding through slick folds so fucking wet I can hear it. “Damn, you’re wet for me.”
One finger sinks into her wet pussy. She’s so fucking tight. She whimpers, her walls clamping down.
“Relax.” I nibble on her collarbone, twisting my wrist, crooking that finger just right to make her back arch off the bed. “I’ll take care of you.” I work my finger in and out of her tight little pussy, slow as molasses, letting her get used to the stretch. She grips me like a fist, and my cock throbs, jealous as hell of my own damn hand. “That’s it, sweetheart. Just breathe.”
I move with steady pressure, curling my finger every so often to hit the spot that makes her hips jerk. Every time I push deeper, she gets wetter.
Her hands clench in the sheets, knuckles white, but her thighs spread wider as she starts to rock against my hand, chasing the friction.
“You feel that? That’s all for you. I want you to enjoy every second.” I keep the pace slow, in and out, until the tension eases out of her muscles and she melts into the mattress.
Her answer is a moan—high and reedy—as I add a second finger, stretching her open with a filthy, squelching noise. Her cunt sucks me in like it’s starving, her hips rolling shamelessly now, chasing the friction.
“That’s it,” I snarl, fucking her harder with my fingers, thumb grinding circles on her clit until she’s sobbing. “Take it. You were made for this—for me.”
And when she comes—goddamn—her whole body seizes up, her pussy pulsing around my fingers like she’s trying to milk me dry. I don’t stop. Not until she’s shaking apart beneath me, her thighs slick with her own mess.
I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “That’s just the beginning.”
A shiver runs through her, and her body clenches around my fingers like she never wants to let go. Fuck, if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to blow my load just from how tight and perfect she feels.
I pull my hand back. She whimpers, and the sound hits me right in the solar plexus.
I can’t help it. I smirk. “You like that, little one?”
She’s panting, eyes glazed, copper curls wild all over the pillow. “I-I loved it. I didn’t know… it could feel like that, Everett.” Her voice is wrecked and breathy. My cock nearly rips a hole in my jeans.
Damn right. That’s what I want—the sound of my name on her lips and her sweet pussy melting for me. I tear off my shirt and toss it on the floor. Her eyes widen. The way she stares at me, like I’m some kind of sex god she’s summoned with a wish and a lightning strike, makes me want to tear the rest of my clothes off and pin her to the bed until she screams my name loud enough to echo across the whole damn lake.
My cock’s leaking pre-cum, throbbing so hard that it’s a miracle my zipper isn’t shredded. I shove my jeans down, kick them off, and stand there for a second, letting her look. She does. Her tongue darts out, quick and pink, and I about lose my shit right there.
Her eyes widen like tide pools, lips parting in a silent gasp before she finally breathes, “Oh, wow.” Her gaze remains fixed on my cock, unblinking and reverent, as if she's witnessing something from another world entirely. A flush spreads across her cheekbones, turning her freckles into constellations against her skin.
I smile, cocky as hell and not even sorry. “You like what you see, little one?”
Her cheeks flush so pink they nearly glow. “It’s… beautiful.” She says it like she means it, like she’s never seen anything like me before, and fuck me if that isn’t the hottest thing.
My cock twitches like it’s just discovered the best, filthiest secret in the world. I crawl up the bed so I’m looming over her, and her tongue darts out again, pink and greedy, like she might actually want to taste me. My inner beast pounds his chest in approval. That’s right, my little water nymph. All yours.