Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
As I smooth the sheets down, I mutter under my breath, “This is where I’m going to lose my virginity.”
Even saying the words to myself feels like it takes a massive effort.
Sun shines through the big window, giving the cozy room a warm glow.
I stare at the bed, reminding myself this is happening. It’s real.
Felix freaking Fallon is in the next room, burning up with desire for me, as ready as I am.
I turn, startled to find Felix standing there. He fills the doorframe, his hands hanging at his sides, fists clenched, eyes more intense than I’ve ever seen them. Which is sort of like saying the sun is the hottest it’s ever been.
He blazes as he stares at me with all the attention I ever could’ve imagined.
“What did you say?”
“You heard me?” I mutter.
He steps into the room, nodding. “Say it again.”
“I’m a virgin,” I whisper. “I wanted to tell you. I tried. But it never felt like the right time, and I don’t know. It’s like there’s this block. But there it is, Felix. That’s me. A virgin.”
He walks right up to me but stops before we touch, his gaze never moving.
“Tell me what this means,” he snarls.
“I don’t….”
He grabs my sides and pulls me to him. His heat blazes through his body, his muscles seeming to expand, getting even fuller, harder.
He grabs me with the tight urgency of my sex getting steamy, clammy, and most of all, needy. I remember how euphoric it felt when he was pumping his hand between my legs.
“Tell me,” he snaps, staring at me like nobody else exists.
Not Lola, not Maddie, nobody.
Just us. Just me and him, my man.
I know what he wants.
“You want me more,” I whisper, reading him the same way he does with me. “You said you owned me. You sounded so freaking hot when you said you owned all my orgasms, forever. I think this makes you even more…more certain?”
I don’t mean the last part to come out as a question, but I can’t help it. It’s difficult to think clearly when he’s smoothing his hands around to my lower back, down to my ass, beginning to massage slowly.
“Yes,” he growls. “You perfect mind reader.”
“Did you know?” I ask. “You don’t seem very surprised.”
He smirks as he leans down, kissing the edge of my mouth, his hand pulling at the fabric of my dress.
His touch finds my bare flesh, pressing down on my ass.
“I wondered,” he says. “You said you’d never had an orgasm. I thought maybe you’d just never enjoyed sex. But then you told me you’d never touched a man and…but I wasn’t going to force you to tell me. I want you so badly.”
“Can I feel again?”
“You don’t have to ask,” he snarls. “But I have a better idea, something to get your tight slit good and ready for my cock. This is something I’ve never done before. But I want to try it with you.”
“What?” I ask.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Felix
Faye climbs on top of me, sticking her ass and her sweet, tangy pussy in my face.
I’m lying on my back on the bed, my pants pulled down around my balls, revealing my hard length, the tip slick with precome.
She leans down, taking my cock in her hand, lightly squeezing the base as I bring my hands up to her ass, indulgently massaging her globes, pushing them together, captivated by how her thick flesh dances for me with each touch.
Her pussy is the sweetest of all. Freed from her panties, it glistens at me, so wet I can smell how tangy and excited she is.
She wraps her hand around my cock, making me groan deeply as I feel her insecurity in the touch, but then the confidence shines through.
She squeezes even harder and starts to stroke me up and down.
“I’m not sure I can….”
“What?” I growl as I smooth my hands to her pussy, gently pushing my finger inside of her.
“Ah, ah,” she whimpers as her tight eager-as-fuck sex starts to take more and more of me. “Suck it. I don’t know if it will fit.”
Her voice quivers at the end, and I know she’s thinking about her tight pussy, wondering if that will take me or not.
“Just keep rubbing,” I tell her. “And come for me when I start licking that hot fucking pussy.”
“Hmm,” she whimpers when, removing my finger, I open my mouth and feast on her.
I mean to begin slowly, teasing licks up and down her folds, moving to her entrance to make her eager for me to return to her clit.
But I can’t.
She smells too good to me, and her pussy is far too soaked for me to hold myself back in any meaningful way.
She gasps, her hand tightening even more on my shaft as I flick my tongue against her clit.
My eager woman doesn’t need warming up, doesn’t need to slowly be introduced to the idea of giving herself to me.