Book #2 (Bound To You series) [New Adult}
A story in which Trent Reynolds finally finds sanctuary in the girl that's always been his everything.
"I wasn't perfect by any standards. I was rude. A brooding bastard. Sometimes impulsive. B...
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I'm not a guy and I've never written a BJ chapter but happy reading, loves <3
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T R E N T
:: Chapter (29) :: Where he thinks her mouth is the Holy Grail
I thought a morning shower would help, but I can't get her out of my head.
Cher's been running circles in my mind all night and morning long. Oddly enough, I feel energized despite my lack of sleep.
I've kept replaying her words against my better judgement. I used to have dreams about you. I'd wake up all hot and bothered.
I wish I could go back in time and fix those lost years.
At least we have now.
Because I can't go eight minutes without thinking about her, I'm fucked.
I'm fucked and I'm hard as steel.
I can't believe last night she'd lazily grinded herself against me like I was her favorite sex toy; I can't believe she listened to me when I held her captive over my lap, telling her to touch herself to the thought of me.
Great. I hit my head against the wet tiled wall. Now I'm stuck wondering if she's got toys. Does she prefer to sneak her fingers between her thighs or is she fucking naughty, blatantly opening her thighs and giving her no doubt small pussy a dildo?
Something tells me the latter.
Her taste, it's branded on my tongue. I'm never forgetting the way she shakily brought her fingers to my mouth, letting me suck off all her cum.
My girl has got a bit of a bad streak and I'm here for it. Fuck, the thought of Cheryl touching herself at fifteen because of me...
So. Fucking. Hot.
My mind continues to spin because I know Cher's grown up. But a part of me can't help but remember the shy girl I grew up with; the one who's cheeks would redden at my mere dirty jokes.
Shit. That same girl whispered to me in the hottest voice I've ever heard 'I want to cum, Trent'.
The jeans I wore last night are still on my bedroom floor, the damp arousal she'd left on the crotch now a dry stain.
