Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 35378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Taking hold of her knees, he spread her thighs and stared down at her pretty pussy. She had a light smattering of hair, which he didn’t mind. He never liked a woman to be bare. He loved a woman to look like one.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
Her hand went between her thighs, and he watched as she stroked her slit. A single finger sliding through. It wasn’t enough to give her any real kind of pleasure. His cock needed more.
He smacked her hand out of the way, grabbed her ass, and pressed his face against her pussy. It had been too long since he last tasted her. He needed her again.
Sliding his tongue between her slit, he stroked over her clit, around, then down toward her entrance, before going back to her clit. Over and over, he sucked at her tender flesh, feeling her orgasm beginning to spiral. He wanted her to come, needed her to. Tonight, Lemon was losing her virginity. He was going to take it and own this delicate peach.
Sucking hard on her clit, he felt her come. When she was soaking wet, he’d take her.
He continued to tease her until her body shook with the aftershocks of pleasure. Each pulsing into the next until she couldn’t stand it any more.
Standing up, he went to his belt and slid it open.
A beautiful flush covered her body. One he wanted to see over and over again.
Down the zipper went, and he kicked the jeans to one side. Wrapping his fingers around his length, he crawled on the bed.
Lemon had moved up until she was against the pillows, watching his strip show, but now, she was going to be all his.
He grabbed her ankle, pulling her down a little. She let out a little yelp, and he moved between her thighs, staring into her eyes.
With one hand on his cock, he positioned himself between her thighs, waiting. One bump against her clit had her arching up, a whimper escaping.
“Please,” she said.
“I need you to tell me now, Lemon. Do you want this?”
“Yes.”
“Once I start, I’m not going to be able to stop,” he said.
She touched his face. “I trust you.”
That had to be one of the biggest mistakes she had ever made.
He eased his cock down to her entrance. He’d never been the kind of man to care about the pain he inflicted upon other. Lemon was different. Everything about her was different. She wasn’t just some woman.
She was … Lemon.
Nate didn’t know what the fuck that meant, just that she wasn’t like other women. Not that he loved her.
Tensing up, he slammed to the hilt, tearing past the thin wall of her virginity, feeling it give way as he took her.
Lemon’s scream filled the air, and along with it, for the first time in his life, Nate felt guilt.
****
Pain was expected.
Nate was so large.
Lemon hadn’t expected it to hurt that much.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” he said.
“It’s okay. Just, don’t move.” She licked her lips, feeling her eyes well with tears. This wasn’t the way she wanted to do this, not for her first time. This was a disaster.
“I didn’t want to cause you pain,” he said.
His hand cupped her cheek, and his lips brushed across hers. There was still a slight twinge in her pussy, but he hadn’t moved. His tongue traced across the seam of her lips, and she couldn’t resist deepening the kiss, opening up for him.
He growled against her mouth, and she moaned as he plundered her lips, tasting him.
Still, he didn’t move.
The kiss was on fire. She loved how he touched her. His pelvis stayed perfectly still. No movement, and it made her hungry for more of him.
“Fuck, baby, I’ve got you. Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She preferred him when he didn’t have a clue if he could stop. This was her first time, and she wasn’t going to screw it up.
Reaching around his buttocks, she grabbed his ass. He wasn’t even all the way inside her.
“Lemon!”
“I want you, Nate. I don’t want you to treat me with kid gloves. I can take it.” The pain had lessened. She hadn’t been a virgin by choice, well, not really. Yes, she had issues with her dad, and men were grouped together in that category, but she liked Nate. He was different, and she wanted a piece of that.
Seeing her father had reminded her of exactly what she didn’t want out of life. To be part of his world, or near him. Her mother may have been happy being second best, but not her.
She would never forget that feeling of running up to him and being ignored.
Pushing all those thoughts of her father out of her mind, she focused on Nate. He was the most important person in her world.
No one else.
She thrust her pelvis up, trying to make him go deeper.