Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
My pussy flutters.
I’m not scared. Not anymore.
I love the way he kisses. I love the taste of him. I love his breath on my face.
I love the way his fingers feel in my hair.
I love the way he looks so dangerous right now.
He does look dangerous. His eyes dark and wild and his jaw so tight.
He unbuttons his shirt and takes out his cufflinks. I lift myself on my elbows for a clear sight of him, and he’s everything I dreamed. His chest is toned without being bulging muscle, a smattering of dark hair leading down to his bellybutton.
He takes off his belt and his eyes don’t leave mine.
“Let me see you,” he says.
I slip my fingers around my back, unclasping my bra without hesitation and tossing it away to the side.
He drops his trousers, and his cock looks even bigger than it did in the bathroom, jutting up towards his belly as he leans forward and takes hold of my knickers.
I squirm to help him, and he yanks them down and off, then spreads my legs to stare at my pussy.
I feel so exposed. Crazy exposed.
I can’t believe this is happening as he climbs onto the bed alongside me. I reach out to touch him and his skin burns my fingers; I can’t stop grinning.
His thumbs brush my nipples and it makes me moan.
His lips land on mine and I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer.
I’m a wriggling mess underneath him, his chest pressed to mine as my legs hook around his. His tongue is fierce and deep, the ridge of his cock grinds against my belly.
I want him inside me.
I want him to do it.
I try to position myself, spreading my legs nice and wide. But he won’t. He won’t do it.
He breaks the kiss.
“No,” he says. “Not like this. Not yet.”
Not yet.
My breathing is heavy, my senses reeling as he frees himself from my grip and lowers his mouth.
His tongue flicks around my nipple, and then he sucks. He sucks me.
Oh fuck, he sucks me so hard.
His hand trails down my belly and slips between my thighs, and I’m wet. I can hear how wet I am as he strokes his fingers around my clit.
He presses hard. It aches and tingles. His thumb rubs me as he sucks on my tit, and I’m delirious, my fingers in his hair, begging for more.
Begging.
Oh fuck, I’m begging.
I look down at him sucking my nipple, and his eyes are staring right back at me.
Oh fuck.
Oh please.
His tongue flicks, his thumb circles, and I can’t stand it.
I can’t.
I really can’t.
It takes me by surprise when I come under his fingers. A rush of breath and a squeak, and I worry I’m going to pee myself as I shudder and jerk and thrash my feet around the bed.
My nipple plops from his mouth and he sucks his fingers instead, and then he slips them into my mouth.
“Taste,” he says, so I do. I suck and suck until he tells me to stop, and then he brushes a thumb across my puffy lips. “Hold your knees,” he orders, and I hitch them up to my chest. I bite my lip as his fingers spread my pussy, groaning as his tongue digs its way inside.
“Virgin pussy,” he says. “You are a fucking delight.”
“Take me,” I hiss. “Please. Please… Mr, Sir… Take me…”
His eyes darken, and I know he likes it. I know he likes me to beg.
I beckon him up with my arms outstretched, but he doesn’t come. Instead he yanks me sideways and flips me, pinning me on my front with my eyes fixed on his in the mirrored wardrobe.
“I want you to see this,” he says, and I nod. “This is going to be rough.”
I nod again.
His knees part mine. His fist in my hair tugs my head back. He lowers himself behind me and I feel his cock pressing against my pussy.
I didn’t think I’d lose my virginity this way, not on my front, with Mr Henley at my rear about to fuck me like a bitch in heat.
It’s supposed to be deeper this way… much deeper…
“Look at me,” he says, and I do. “This will hurt,” he says.
And it does.
It does hurt.
I cry out as he pushes in. A burn and a tear, and it feels hot, and deep. It hurts so bad it takes my breath, and my eyes well up.
He grunts as he pushes deeper.
So deep. I feel so full. Full of him.
I stare at him in the mirror. His big hands gripping my hips. His skin pressed tight against mine.
His dark eyes staring back at me, the slightest hint of a smile on his beautiful lips. “That’s it,” he whispers. “That’s all the way.”
Even though it hurts, I clench to feel him.
He grunts.
I clench again and it makes me moan.