Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
I slip my hand down our bodies and dip my fingers between her legs. She doesn’t need foreplay. She’s dripping wet. For me. The nights of training her body to want and need me are like one long endless stretch of foreplay, and finally, it’s about to explode. I’ve sucked and tweaked her tits, eaten her pussy, and played with her clit for weeks. What’s left is to give her every inch of my cock. Once I’m inside her, there’s no turning back. Her body belongs to me, but when I’m done fucking her, her soul will be mine. Once my seed spills in her womb, no other man will touch her again. Not tomorrow. Not when her nine years are up. Never.
Spreading her pussy lips with my fingers, I push the head of my cock against her entrance. My head spins as if I’m on a high. I keep my eyes open. I want to see her face the moment I sink into her. I want to remember her expression. I want to know what she looks like when she comes on my dick, and what she feels when I mark her inside with my cum.
She meets my stare head-on, as bravely as I thought she would, and takes my face between her hands.
“Gabriel…” She inhales deeply.
There’s hesitation in her voice. I’m ready. So is she, or she wouldn’t be here. The only thing preventing me from tearing into her is the air trapped in her lungs along with her unspoken words.
“Say it,” I grit out, my need painful.
Placating my libido, I grind down on her pubic bone. The tip of my shaft edges forward, dipping into the slick heat that waits. Almost violently, I jerk back before I lose all reason and fuck her before she’s spoken.
“I know you think I’m a virgin,” she says softly, “but I’m not.”
For a moment, I’m shocked to a pause. How could I have been so wrong? My judgment concerning a woman’s body is always on the mark. All this time, I punished myself, withholding from her, making promises I couldn’t keep. To think I almost let Quincy have her. I shake the thought. It’s not where I want to take my mind, right now. Whoever her lover was, the asshole didn’t know how to get her off. In that regard, I’m definitely her first. Anyway, I don’t care who her first was. It doesn’t matter, because I’ll be her last. It makes no difference to me if she’s a holy virgin or a whore.
“I don’t care,” I say gruffly, grabbing my shaft and directing it to the place that will give me access to her soul. It’s when you take a woman, when you make her fall apart in your arms, that you see the nakedness of her heart, and all the truths she hides from the world.
“It doesn’t matter to you?” she asks with a tinge of disbelief.
“Of course not.” I nip at her ear. “Why would it? I’m no virgin, either.”
“I just don’t want you to be disappointed.”
Disappointed? Is she crazy? “Believe me, nothing about this,” I rub my dick over her slick folds, “can be disappointing.”
A sob tears from her throat. It catches me so off-guard I almost miss the flash of terror that sparks in her eyes.
“Valentina.” I pull back an inch. “If you’re not ready, you have to tell me now.” I used seduction as my weapon to lure her into my bed with good reason. There’s no pleasure in it for me if it’s by force.
“Is that why you waited? You thought I’m not ready?”
“You know why I waited. What are you really asking?”
“Do you…?” She bites her lip. “Do you want me? I mean, do you want me like this?”
“Goddamn, Valentina. This isn’t an act of kindness or a favor. The reason you’re here is because I wanted you from the moment I first saw you, and a second from now I’m going to fuck you like I’ve been wanting to for a very long time, so you better tell me if you’re having second thoughts.”
“It’s not that.” She sounds ashamed. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Wait…” If she’s not a virgin, but she doesn’t know what to do? A cold feeling of rage unfurls in my gut. Bitterness fills my mouth. The truth lodges like a stake in my heart. “You were raped.”
“Yes,” she whispers, “but it was a long time ago.”
The pace of my breathing quickens, changing direction. I go from turned on to raving mad. Fucking furious. I’ll kill the son of a bitch with my bare hands, peel his skin from his body, and cut his muscles from his bones. Forcing back my emotions, I let go of my cock, easing up to cup her cheek.
Calmly, so as not to frighten her with the force of my anger, I ask, “Only once?” while holding my breath for the answer.