Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
I hesitated, really looking at her face. Studying what I found there. “Are you sure, Swan? You don’t have to do this with me. It’s your first time. We can wait until --”
“Shut the fuck up and put it in me already! Jesus! I thought bikers were horny motherfuckers all the fucking time!”
That got a laugh. She was absolutely priceless. “Hey. I was trying to do right by you. You deserve to have exactly what you want for your first time.”
“Oh, and you’re prepared to stop and let me pick some other guy to be the first man to fuck me?” She raised her eyebrows, challenging me.
“Little witch,” I muttered. “No. I’m not. I’d just eat you out until you were so lust-stupid you didn’t give a fuck who fucked you. As long as you got fucked.”
“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought.” She crooked her finger, beckoning me to her. “You’re my choice, Reaper. You. I’ve never even imagined a man could treat me like you have. But don’t mistake my virginity as some kind of gift. I’m doing this for me. You just happen to be the bastard good enough to get me to yes. I’m tired of talking about this. Fuck me. Now.”
“Who am I to say no to that?”
I covered her body with mine, settling myself between her legs until my cock was just where I wanted it. I pressed her into the mattress like she’d described to me. She’d confessed to wanting to feel my weight on top of her. As I looked into her eyes, I gave her what she wanted, lying fully on top of her, wrapping my arms around her. When I was there and she still welcomed me, tunneling her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck, I kissed her again.
Her lips were addictive in the extreme. I could happily kiss her forever and kill any man who’d ever had the pleasure of tasting her even for a brief time. She was all mine. No matter the circumstances, she was mine, and I’d keep her forever.
At some point, she pulled my hair free of the band I’d fastened it with to give myself the appearance of civility. She mussed it until I was sure it was all over the place, wild and untamed. Just like me.
“Much better,” she said when I pulled back to look at her.
“You like the wild side of me better than the one that looks sophisticated?”
“Absolutely. Because the wild side is you, Reaper. I want you. Not what you think everyone wants you to be, or, rather, what you think I want you to be.”
“You enjoyed the dinner, yes?”
“Oh, absolutely! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!”
“Then you needed that side of me more than this wild side.”
“Oh, Reaper.” She laid a hand on the side of my face. “No. I didn’t need you to be that man for me. I would have been happy if we’d gone to some cheap fast-food joint and run everyone out of the kiddie section, put a white bed sheet over a table with a few candles, and shared a burger and fries. As long as you were with me, I was going to be happy.”
I shook my head, giving her a little sigh. “What am I gonna do with you, baby?”
She grinned. “I already told you.” She reached between us and guided my cock to her entrance. “Fuck me. Make me come. Show me what it’s like to belong to a rough, tough biker like yourself.”
With a defeated groan, I slid into her. I saw her eyes widen when I pushed through her innocence, heard her gasp of surprise. There was a slight wince of pain but nothing else to indicate her discomfort, so I pulled back. Then slid back inside. I shuddered above her, groaning in ecstasy.
“Reaper.” Her plea was music, the slight pain where her nails dug into my shoulders an erotic pleasure unlike anything I’d ever known. “You’re inside me.” Her voice was a husky whisper, a mix of awe and satisfaction. “You’re really inside me.”
“I am. You ready?”
Her expression turned eager. “Fuck me, Reaper. Do it!”
Not waiting a moment longer, I slid out, then back in, taking it slow at first. I waited until she tilted her hips at me, meeting me thrust for thrust, before I picked up the pace.
Working her body with mine was glorious. She responded to me just as beautifully as she always did. If ever there had been a woman made for me, it was Swan. She took my wants and desires and made them her own. Even as untried as her body was, she threw all in with me. Her cries and moans of pleasure sang throughout the room, letting me know she was on board. Feeling the same joy I felt.