Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“More than a few firsts,” I giggle. And when he blushes, I laugh even more and stand on my tiptoes to kiss him.
“So wait, when were you going to tell me you were in the Marines?”
He grins. “Guess I’m full of secrets you’re gonna have to discover.”
“Well, speak for yourself,” I say with dramatic wave of my hair. “I am full of secrets, mister.”
“Guess I’m going to have to drag them out of you,” he purrs lowly, pulling me into him. I gasp as his lips trace over my earlobe. “Might be I have to use my tongue to do it.” His words make my core clench with anticipation.
My lips find his, and I moan as he thoroughly kisses me. My hands are all over him, and his slide down to cup my ass through my shorts. But suddenly, he pauses and pulls back with a knitted brow.
“What is it?”
West sucks his teeth. “I know this was…” he grins. “I know before was your first time, baby girl.”
I feel my cheeks redden and my panties grow hotter as I nod.
“But were you… I mean are you on…” he clears his throat, and my blush grows hotter.
“Birth control?” I croak out.
He nods, and my gut sinks.
“Uh…” I look away, my own brow wrinkling as I take a breath and shake my head.
“No,” I whisper. I look at my feet, waiting for him to get angry or for him to walk away. When he says nothing, I swallow, and I drag my eyes up to his face.
…And West is grinning, hugely.
“Good,” he growls, and before I know it, he’s scooped me into his arms tightly and his lips are hungrily devouring mine.
That one word—good—has my whole body on fire for him. I know it might be reckless, especially since we barely know each other. But I know what I feel, and I know what I see when I see how he looks at me.
And I know what I want in life: I want the family I never really experienced. I mean, I have parents, but my house never felt like a home, or a family. I want that, more than anything, and when I remember West earlier talking about wanting a house big enough for a whole family, my body trembles, aching for him.
“I didn’t even think about it,” he growls into my lips. “Before, I mean, coming so deep inside of you like that. But it felt so right.”
“It felt so good when you did,” I gasp. I pull back, my eyes searching his. “I know… West, I know I’m young, and that we barely know each—”
“I know you plenty well, Taylor Conway,” he groans, his hands on my waist. “I know you’re beautiful inside and out. I know you’re brave and maybe just reckless enough to drive a man wild. I know you can hold your own, and you’re not afraid to jump. And I know I’m fucking crazy about you, and if you even feel a quarter of what I feel for you—”
“I’m fucking crazy about you,” I moan, crushing my lips to his eagerly. “I was crazy about you the second I saw you.”
“Well shit,” he groans. “Great minds think alike now don’t they?”
He kisses me deep, and then deeper, until it grows so hot that we’re gasping for air when we pull away to stare into each other’s eyes.
“Shit, it’s still so hot out.”
“Sweaty,” I purr.
“Sticky,” he growls.
His hand slides over the waist of my shorts, all the way to the front. His fingers pop the button, and I moan when his hand slips easily down into them and under my panties.
“West,” I gasp, clinging to him as his thick fingers push through my slippery, dripping wet lips.
“We better get these clothes off of you before you have a heat stroke,” he growls. I whimper when his hand slips away from me. But when he grabs me up to him, my legs around his waist and his lips bruising to mine, I’m all his.
He carries me into the house and into the bedroom. There’s bits of broken wood and glass everywhere, but the bed is clear. And right now, that and the two of us is all we need.
He sets me down, and both of us rip our clothes off in seconds before I jump back into his arms. I whimper as our bodies—hot from the humidity outside—grind together. I moan, feeling West’s thick cock pulsing against my slit and my tummy, and when I tighten my legs around him, I feel my pussy glide up and down the underside of him.
Sticky precum leaks all over us both before he turns and sits on the edge of the bed with me in his lap. Emboldened, and feeling wild, I reach between us and wrap my small hand around his throbbing cock. I stroke him and raise up, still kissing him as I center him.