Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 170(@200wpm)___ 136(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Holy crap, that feels like heaven.
"Fuck," he groans, drawing the word out. "I can feel how fucking wet your panties are right now, Ireland."
"Yeah, well, that's your fault." I bite his ridiculously perfect lip. "You're the one half-naked in my bed."
"Our bed." He releases my hand, dragging it down my arm and then all the way down my side, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. He stops at my hip, yanking my leg up higher. His fingers dig into my left cheek, squeezing.
Only then do I realize I'm half-naked, too.
"Where's my dress?"
"You stripped out of it and stole my t-shirt."
"Please tell me I did this in the bathroom." I already know I didn't. Vague memories are bubbling up from the deepest recesses of my mind. Me, standing in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of panties. Him, growling and cursing but unable to keep his eyes off me.
I don't have to ask to know we didn't have sex. I still want him to freaking badly to have lost my virginity last night. Besides, he may be the kind of guy who marries me drunk, but he isn't the kind of guy who would sleep with me drunk.
"Nope." His lips curve into a smile against mine. "It was a helluva show, Éire. Damn near came all over myself when I saw those gorgeous tits."
"I hate you so much."
"Little liar." He nips my bottom lip again, grinding his erection against me. "Fuck, I want to slip those panties aside and feel that all over my cock."
"W-what's stopping you?" I gasp.
He growls my name, his hand tightening on my ass.
"Just once, Crue," I plead, too far gone to care if I'm tempting fate here. I want to feel him skin-to-skin just once. We've already gone this far. Why not go a little further? We're adults. Apparently, we're freaking married. It's not like what we're doing is wrong.
He yanks my panties to the side without a word, his lips pulled back from his teeth as if he's in pain. Maybe he is. Is it agony for him like it is for me right now? I want him inside me so freaking bad my whole body is in danger of vibrating apart at the seams.
He leans back, yanking his boxers down to free his cock.
I choke on my tongue at the sight. Lord have mercy. There's no way they're supposed to look like that. For one thing, dicks are supposed to be ugly. His is beautiful. Long and thick with a broad head glistening with precum. For another, they're supposed to be smaller. His is a monster.
"Crue," I say, my voice strangled. "That's not normal."
He chuckles, groaning, "You're the one who made him this goddamn hard, Éire."
"I'm sorry!" I cry.
He drags me closer to him. I moan as his cock slides through my folds. We both watch, enraptured as my juices smear with his on the broad head, mixing together.
"Jesus, that's pretty," he groans.
The head of his cock bumps my clit, and all I manage to do is moan instead of respond. He's right, though. There's something beautiful about the sight of us together like this. It's not dirty like I thought it would be. It's…erotic, beautiful. Sexy.
"Crue, do it again."
He rocks his hips, sliding through my folds again. We both moan at the same time, hyperfocused on the sight. He watches as if he's never seen anything like it, either. Which is impossible, but I like the thought anyway. Being this man's first? I wish.
He reaches between us, using two fingers to wrap my lower lips around him. My inner muscles clench when he rocks his hips again, pumping between my lips as if he's inside me. The head of his cock glides against my clit with every pass.
"Fuck yeah." His voice is a gritty rasp, full of pleasure. "Now I feel you all over me, Ireland."
I feel him all over me, too, and it's almost unbearably good. I grip the sheets, writhing on top of the bed as he rolls his hips into me, striking against my clit again and again.
"I can't take much more of this, sweet girl. You feel too fucking good." Sweat beads on his brow as he stares from beneath hooded eyes. "I need you to get there before I lose it."
"Lose it," I gasp, eager to see him unraveling. I think I want it more than I want my next breath. Every naughty fantasy I've ever had involved this man. Most of my dreams involve him, too.
The only reason he wasn't the background on my phone yesterday was because I changed it before leaving my room, half afraid someone from the band would see the photo of him and give me hell about it. He's been my crush since I was a kid. I never dated because no one ever compared. It sounds so pathetic, but it's true. He was miles out of my league, completely unattainable, but I wanted him anyway.