Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
My woman’s cheeks are flushed as if the emotion is bursting out of her.
“You did a great job,” I say.
She turns for the door, then stops and looks at me fully. “Did it happen, Silas? In your office? Was that real?”
“Real?” I say, voice gruff.
It was the realest thing I’ve ever done, more exhilarating than any extreme sport could ever be.
But something stops me from saying this, maybe my best friend’s hate. If he ever knew.
She walks toward me. “My head feels so messed up. I can’t just keep pretending, okay? You win. If we’re playing some weird game here, I lose. I’m happy to. But just tell me it happened.”
“Lauren….”
But she goes on as if she can’t stop. “It’s not fair to expect a virgin to be able to read all these messed up signs and play whatever….”
“You’re a virgin,” I cut in, my voice husky.
I set the foldout table down.
She shakes her head like she didn’t mean to say that, but I can tell it’s the truth. It’s in her gleaming eyes.
Her expression hardens. “Yeah, I am. Have you got a problem with that?”
My only answer is to step forward and encircle her in my arms.
To kiss her as I squeeze onto her curvy hips, gently pulling her toward me, her body pressed against mine.
She whimpers as my mouth meets hers, and I push down with passion blazing through me.
My hands own her body, smoothing around to her back, then further down toward her ass.
She shivers against me, her mouth shy at first but then opening as our tongues find each other.
She’s my virgin, which means no other man will ever touch her.
Only me.
“Does this feel real?” I say, my hands indulging in her ass.
“What about Dad?” she gasps.
I lean back, breaking off the kiss. She stares up at me with her lips trembling. There’s so much complicated emotion in my woman’s compelling face, the guilt warring with the lust and with something else…something warmer, more precious.
Or am I imagining that part?
“Forget I said that,” she whispers.
“I can’t.”
But we kiss again. I’m not even sure who initiates it.
It’s like fate is bringing us together.
“Is that your…,” she gazes up at me. “You know, against my belly?”
I smirk, kissing her again, then keeping my lips close to hers. “It’s my cock, you horny virgin, rock-hard for you.”
My shaft is solid, precome leaking so hot it feels like it’s boiling, my tip feeling so sensitive it’s like it’s getting ready for the kiss of her tight virgin pussy.
“I want your virgin pussy so badly. But….”
“But,” she says, nodding, not needing me to say it.
She already did, even if she asked me to pretend otherwise.
But Julian.
But the fact that what we’re doing, even by holding each other, is wrong.
“You just make me so savage,” I snarl, massaging her ass, driving my hips forward so she can feel my cock against her belly. “I’d fuck your pussy slow at first.”
“Yeah?” she murmurs, in a tone of encouragement, like she wants me to keep talking.
“I’d open your tight virgin sex with my big dick,” I whisper in her ear as I slip one hand down to her stomach and then into her jeans.
I undo the button, then she grabs my wrist, making that hot-as-hell whimpering noise. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“I know,” my voice trembles as I struggle to keep my hand still. “Tell me to stop.”
“We can’t go all the way,” she gasps. “Not like this. Not before….”
We tell Julian.
“I need your soaked pussy. I need to make you cream again.”
I slip my hand into her panties, wedging it between her jeans and her pussy. She’s already wet for me, driving my movements on, making me rub her faster and fiercer to spread her wetness.
She shudders when I touch her clit, so I focus on that, rubbing it possessively, obsessed with the way she shakes against me.
She moans quietly, then presses her face against my chest.
I rub her faster, my cock feeling like it’s going to explode, like the primal piece of me is howling, telling me her fertile insides are ready for my cock, ready to do what it was made to, take every last drop of my seed.
“I’m going to push deep inside of you so I can feel your virgin pussy around the base of my cock. Then I’ll slide out slow as you lie there looking sexy as fuck with your horny hands playing with your tits. Will you do that for me, Lauren?”
“Y-y-yes…”
Her body vibrates against me, her hands squeezing onto my side. I’m still shirtless from the tattoo, her fingernails meeting with bare skin, her breath blazing on my chest.
Gushing wetness floods her panties as I rub them with more possession.
Her hips move back and forth like she’s actively rubbing her pussy against my hand as the orgasm grips her, but it’s more like a deep impulse is projecting her.