Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“You never told me that you were a virgin.” I’m stunned. “You’ve mentioned being with other guys.”
“No…I’ve teased guys and come close,” she says. “But I never went all the way until you, and now that we’re over and you’re not trying to get me back, I officially regret it.”
I stare at her, utterly speechless.
“Let me go.” She tries to wriggle from my grasp. “Let me go right now because—”
I stamp my mouth over hers before she can say anything else, before we can waste another second being apart.
She stops fighting me, letting her hands fall, and I wrap an arm around her waist. I keep kissing her until she’s damn near breathless.
“How did you want your first time to be?” I whisper against her lips.
“I don’t think it matters now…”
“Scarlett...” I kiss her again, holding her tighter. “How did you want it to be?”
24
ME
Dear Olivia Hall,
I’ve given you over twenty clarinet reeds and six sheet composition books and you never paid me back for any of them… Alas, I was the person who charged over fifteen pizzas to your house last year, so you don’t owe me anymore.
Wish I Would’ve Told You,
—Scarlett
Easton leads me to the old Mustang that’s parked in his dad’s garage. He opens the door to the back seat, and I climb inside, laying my back against the leather.
Climbing over me, he covers my mouth with his and stares into my eyes. I run my hands against his back, moaning as he deepens our kiss.
“You're all that matters to me in this life, Scarlett,” he says as he gently bites my bottom lip. “Do you understand that?”
“Yes.”
"Do you really?” he says again, sliding his hand under my skirt.
“Yes.” I say again, knowing he means it.
"Good." He rips off my panties and tosses them to the floor. Before I know it, he's flipping me over so that I'm on top of him, straddling his lap.
"If you wanted to ride my dick for your first time, that’s all you had to say…”
I blush and unzip his pants, pulling out his cock.
It’s already rock hard, so I lean forward and kiss his tip, making him moan in pleasure.
He pulls out a condom, but I let my lips linger on his cock a bit more. I open my mouth wider as I take him deeper down my throat.
“Damn, Scarlett…” His breathing slows, and he pushes my hair off my face. “Your mouth is fucking perfect…”
I gag when he’s completely in my mouth, and I slowly pull back, taking him in and out again, listening to him get more turned on.
I rub my hand up and down his shaft and he presses the condom packet between my fingers.
Giving his cock one last kiss, I tear the packet one with my teeth and slowly roll it over him.
He smiles at me, looking beyond impressed. Then he lifts my hips, silently commanding me to lower my pussy onto him.
I press my hands against his chest and take him in, inch by inch, loving the way he feels.
Without waiting for him to say anything, I start rocking my hips and riding him.
I wanted him just like this.
I’m getting him just like this…
He reaches his hands up and caresses my breasts, teasing my nipples with his fingers.
He moans and sits up a bit, covering my lips with his. “Slow down baby,” he says, but I don’t.
I ride him faster, and he grabs my hips to adjust my pace.
We move together in a perfect, seductive rhythm, and within seconds, I’m approaching a high again.
Pleasurable waves are crashing through me and I can’t help but speed up again.
“I’m about to come,” he whispers to me. “Unless you…”
The rest of his words are drowned out by my screams.
“Ahhhh, Easton, fuckkkkkk!”
He holds onto me as I collapse with his name on my lips.
He reaches his release shortly after me, keeping his hold on me as he comes.
Kissing a light kiss against my stomach, he rolls me off him and positions me so we’re laying side by side, facing each other on the seat.
We lay in silence for several moments, our bodies pressed tightly against each other as we recover.
“Why can’t it be like this all the time?” I whisper.
“Because I wasn’t smart enough to meet you first.” He kisses my forehead and threads his fingers through my hair. “What else aren’t you telling me today?”
“Huh?” I lift my head. “What do you mean?”
“Your first time aside, I refuse to believe that the promposal is the only thing you’re upset about,” he says. “What else is it?”
“I’m leaving for England in January. It’s for that symphony program I told you about.”
His fingers stop moving for several seconds. He slides his hand under my chin, tilting my chin up so I’m looking right into his eyes.
“I thought you said you weren’t going to that until the summer.”