Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Are you sure, Aria?” he growls deep in his throat before pulling away to stare in my eyes. “Because once we go there, we’re not going back.”
I look into those navy depths for a moment, my heart pounding. But I already know with a womanly instinct that this is right. This man has claimed me, and I am his woman.
“Yes, Professor Moore, I’m sure,” I murmur. “Take me, because I’m yours.”
With that, the gorgeous man lowers me to the rug in his office, and the claiming begins.
4
Roland
I wish I had a better place to make love to Aria. The truth is that I do, but I’m so needy at this moment that I’m reduced to owning this gorgeous curvy body right here, on the floor of my office. At least the red rug is clean, seeing that it was recently steam-vacuumed by the dry-cleaning shop.
“Relax,” I murmur against her lips. “Everything’s going to be fine. You were made to be claimed by a man.”
The innocent blonde inhales and then mewls sweetly against my mouth.
“But Roland,” she pants slightly. “We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re my professor and I’m your student.”
“I know,” I growl, grinding my hips against her. “But I need you so badly, Aria. Can’t you tell? Feel how big I am for you, baby.”
Her eyes fly open and her mouth opens in a beautiful round “O.”
“You are big,” she says in a low, trembling voice. “Oh my gosh, this has never happened to me before.”
I kiss her long and deep again, angling my huge form over her small, soft one.
“I know I’m enormous,” is my soothing growl. “But you’re going to be fine. Don’t worry a thing about it.”
She kisses me back but then shakes her head a bit.
“No Professor Moore, you don’t understand,” she breathes in a hesitant voice. “I’ve never been with any man before. This is my first time.”
I stare at her with shock.
“But you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. I can’t believe that men haven’t been lining up at your doorstep since you were fifteen.”
She giggles a bit, those lush breasts rising to press against the hard wall of my chest. Shit, it’s so arousing and it makes me stiffen even more as I gyrate slightly against her.
“Well, if they lined up, which they didn’t,” she says in a playful voice, “my daddy would have chased them off with a shotgun. My dad is like that, you know,” she says. “Very protective of me.”
I nuzzle her sweet chin and then claim her lush pout again with my own.
“Well, that’s okay because you have a new daddy now, Aria. Will you let me be your daddy, sweet girl? I promise to teach you everything there is to know about what happens between a man and a woman.”
What the fuck am I saying? Am I actually offering to claim this woman’s virginity, and to care for her and pamper her afterwards? After all, that’s what virgins require. When it’s a woman’s first time, she’s unsure and innocent. She needs a man’s attention afterwards to assure her that everything’s gone just fine, and that she was perfect in every way. It’s a lot of responsibility, and given my experience with virgins, it’s not a duty to take lightly.
After all, my first virgin, Mabel, was a nice girl, but she was too emotional and clingy afterwards. I liked her, and I was thankful for the generous gift she made of her body, but I didn’t want her following after me like some lovesick puppy, although that’s what she did. I was a senior in college, and she was a freshman, and she trailed after me, offering to carry my books or help me with any errands that I might need. It was ridiculous, and after I told her I wasn’t interested in her in that way, she broke down in tears and literally began sobbing and wailing right there in the school cafeteria.
I wish it hadn’t happened like that, but that was my first and only time with a virgin, and I didn’t know better back then. I didn’t realize that taking a woman’s innocence was a great responsibility, and I was nothing but a stupid college knucklehead myself at that point in my life. So I said some stupid shit, and then sent her on her way. I ignored her calls and emails, and the next thing I heard was that Mabel had dropped out of college to take some time to find herself. I have no idea if she ever finished her degree, although I heard she enrolled at a local junior college.
But that’s why Aria’s confession makes me hesitate now. Am I really ready to take another virgin? To bust through her tight tautness as she writhes and squirms beneath me with pleasure? Even more importantly, am I ready to assume that responsibility, seeing that she’ll need a man to lean on afterwards, to assure her that her performance was wonderful?