Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
“I need you inside,” I murmured against her mouth then slid my lips along her jaw and down to the side of her throat. “Tell me to bring you inside, to take you to my room.” Fuck, please tell me, Landry.
“Inside, Big. Take me inside. Please.”
And that was the thing that snapped the tightly wound rope that was wrapped around my body.
I went all caveman then, curling my hands around her waist and lifting her up. In an instant, I had her thrown over my shoulder and was striding toward the front door. She made a little squeal, but I knew it was of delight.
Then I was in my room, setting her on the mattress and kneeling next to her, knowing I should take a step back, but also knowing I couldn’t. She felt too good. I tightened my hold on her again and whispered, “Spread your legs for me. Let me in.”
“God, is this really happening?”
I groaned. “Yeah, baby. It’s really happening, and it’s never going to stop.”
She opened her thighs for me, and I moved between them, using my upper body to push her back onto the mattress. I slid my hands down to her wrists, gripped them, and lifted her arms above her head, spreading her out.
I felt the heat coming from her pussy, scorching me right through my jeans. I started grinding myself against her, unable to stop the lewd gesture, but loving when she moaned for me because of what I did, because of how I made her feel.
“God, I can practically feel how wet you are for me. Are you, Landry… wet and ready for me?”
“God, yes. So wet,” she said as if she were desperate.
Fuck, I nearly came in my damn jeans like a fucking teenager.
The most obscene, vulgar part of me rose up, and I knew what I was going to say while with her would be fucking filthy. But I couldn’t stop myself.
“You feel so… huge.”
I closed my eyes and grappled with control. “You want me between your legs, don’t you?”
She nodded, maybe not trusting her voice. I didn’t blame her. I didn’t trust mine.
I moved my lips to her neck again, a part of her body I just couldn’t stay away from. I groaned against that soft flesh at the same time I ground my dick against her, over and over again, feeling that friction and knowing if I kept this up it would be over with before it really started.
“God, yes.”
She gripped my biceps and pulled me closer. I groaned, knowing she needed this.
I needed this. I wanted this.
There was no way I could stop myself from grinding my dick against her pussy. God, I needed her naked.
“Big,” she moaned, and I snapped.
I pulled back only long enough to tear my clothes off. I had my long-sleeved shirt off first, gripping the material on my back and pulling it up and over my head. I tossed it aside and immediately went for my pants. She watched me with this dazed expression on her face, her eyes wide, her pupils dilated.
I had to shift on the mattress to get the pants and my briefs off, but once I was naked, I stilled as I saw the expression on her face. She was staring right at my cock.
I wasn’t a small man by any means, not in height, build… or anything else. It was one of the reasons I’d gotten my nickname all those years ago on that fucking dare.
My dick was huge. I knew that, and right now, I worried she’d think it was too big.
“I mean…” She trailed off a second, her eyes still on my crotch. “I know it’ll fit, but I won’t lie and say I’m not afraid. You’re gonna have to really work that in me.”
Shit. Hearing her say working myself in her turned me on so damn much I felt even more pre-cum line the slit at the tip of my shaft.
She slowly lifted her eyes up to meet my gaze. “I’ve never done this,” she whispered, admitted very shyly.
The world stood still as I took those words in.
“I’m a virgin,” she said after a prolonged moment, her throat working as she swallowed. It was obvious she was nervous for more than one reason. I hadn’t even contemplated she might be untouched, even though I hoped like hell I’d be the only man to ever know what she felt like, sounded like as she came.
But God... she really was a virgin.
There was no stopping me now, no chance of trying to rein in my desire or control.
“I’ll be gentle,” I groaned.
I hope. I need to be.
I started going for her clothes. She didn’t stop me, thank God. In record time, I had her shirt and pants off. She lay there in only her panties and bra, her curvy-as-fuck body calling to me in every primal, female way.