Page 75 of Broken Beauty
My cock is aching.
It's been aching since the moment in the tub. I have spent the whole day pleasuring her. I don't expect her to give me anything in return but I definitely don't plan on just bringing her here to look at books.
She smirks and lets go of my hand to walk around. The bookstore looks so much different when it's empty and dark. It makes me think of all the things I have wanted to do to Ariella in here.
“You never told me your favorite book,” Ariella says as I follow her around the bookstore.
“I don't have one.”
She turns her head to look at me. “What do you mean you don't have one?”
“I don't have a favorite book.” I shrug.
“Every book lover has a favorite book.”
“Wrong. Every book lover has a favorite author. Not a favorite book.”
Ariella rolls her eyes and that makes me want to pull her by the hair and slam my dick inside her.
She is so close to making me not give a fuck and push her against the shelf to ram into her.
“Who's your favorite author then?”
“Jameson Hat.”
“And what's your favorite book by him?”
“I have too many,” I say, but the book called “Only You” pops into my head.
It's about a killer who has to kill a list of people and at the bottom of the list is his wife's name.
She rolls her eyes. “Pick one of your favorite books by him. There has to be one.”
“Only You.” Ariella furrows her eyebrows and I see a flash of something in her eyes. I don't know what to call it but it makes me feel uneasy. “Why did you look at me like that?” I ask her.
She smiles lightly and shakes her head. “That's my favorite book by my favorite author.”
I feel a smile form on my lips and I walk closer to her.
“You believe in fate?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
She shrugs. “At first no, but now I'm slowly changing my mind.”
I push Ariella back into the bookshelf behind her. She keeps her eyes on me, they are filled with innocence and wonder.
Fuck my dick.
I'd rather give her pleasure.
I lean down and press a rough kiss to her lips before kissing down her neck and slowly getting on my knees in front of her. I take the sweatpants I gave her and pull them down. Ariella gasps and goosebumps appear on her thighs.
I am faced with her pussy. She isn't wearing anything underneath the sweatpants because her underwear is in the wash. Ariella is swollen and pink. I can see the arousal coating her.
“You're so fucking wet, Ariella,” I say, in a husky tone.
I lean in closer and press a kiss to her thighs.
She shakes and shudders when I press my lips there. “Ash.”
