Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Suddenly, he stands, scooping me into his arms. It’s like flying as he easily handles me, making me feel lighter than I ever have as he cradles me to his chest. He loops an arm under my knees, supporting my back with another. Then he carries me through his apartment. It’s a simple place, large and modern, with a few photos on the walls of dogs and Kayden with his corps.
“This place could use a woman’s touch,” I say without thinking.
I expect him to recoil slightly. Is that a silly thing to expect, considering how close we’ve become?
He smirks, nodding. “Not just a woman’s… yours.”
I gasp, wanting to ask so many questions, what this means for us…
Then we’re in the bedroom. He lays me on the bed and collapses atop me, holding himself up with his powerful hands as he pushes his groin between my legs, grinding his caged manhood against my sex. Each stroking motion ignites fresh need in me, my hole getting wet, my clit tingling.
My hips move in time with him. I don’t have to think. It’s a miracle, seriously. I can let my body take over. This feels so freaking good. I can’t let nerves ruin it.
My hands trail over his muscular back, tugging at his shirt. He snarls and leans up, staring at me with those I’m-all-that-exists eyes. With a savage motion of his hand, he tears his shirt, buttons popping loose enough for him to pull it over his head.
Then he’s kissing me again, our bodies rocking as his naked torso presses against me. His muscles bulge against my body, his chest heaving. He moves his hands to my tights, tugging them down around my knees, then shoves his hand down my panties. I moan through the kiss when he rubs my clit, unleashing himself on me. He does it slowly at first, but even that’s enough to make the kissing difficult, our teeth clicking together as lust escapes me.
He leans up. “I want to watch you come for me,” he growls. “Feel your tight virgin pussy get soaked for me. Feel you get ready to take every. Single. Inch.”
He stares down at me as his fingers rub hotly at my side. The pleasure rises inside of me, an unstoppable force as he rubs harder, faster, with more captivation.
Do we need a condom? I almost ask. He hasn’t dated in ten years. I’m a virgin.
We’re safe in terms of negative consequences, but he must know I could get pregnant from this. Does he want that?
The rushing thoughts drive on the pleasure, my body heating up with a deep core of hunger. It flutters up and down, spreading from my clit into my belly, down my legs, making my toes curl in my short heels.
“You sound so perfect when you moan,” he growls. “Just for me, Luna. Only for me.”
His words trigger a fresh wave of euphoria, my whole pussy blazing as he rubs quicker. He slides his hand down to my hole, groaning when he feels my wetness, then spreads it to my clit and rubs with more intensity.
“That’s it,” he goes on. “Come for me. Drench your virgin hole. Get yourself ready for my cock.”
My legs start shaking, stars splintering in my vision as the orgasm grips me, driven by the lust and the closeness.
This is my man, a voice sings. He said it. Only him. That has to mean something… but then I can’t think, just feel.
The orgasm erupts from the ends of his fingertips and clashes through me like lightning, more intense than when he went down between my legs at my place.
“Yes,” he growls. “Fuck. You’re creaming for me. You’re soaked. Your young virgin body needs this.”
“Y…”
Yes, I try to say, but it comes out as a tangled moan, my hole aching, clit on fire as he caresses me.
Once it’s passed, he stands up. I think I’ve done something wrong, but then he reaches down and grabs my dress.
“Lift,” he says.
I take a moment to realize what he means. My arms. My head feels light from the release of pleasure, but I do as he says, raising my arms. He pulls the dress over my head and then reaches around, fiddling with my bra, pulling it loose with a growl.
“Oh, hell,” he moans when my breasts spill free. “You’re perfect, Luna. Perfect.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Kayden
Her breasts are large and plump, her nipples thick and gorgeous. She’s got so much fullness to every part of her, but my body wasn’t prepared for the beautiful plumpness of her young tits. I lean down, taking her nipple in my mouth, sucking greedily as I massage the other.
She strokes her hands over my bare back, her fingernails digging in passionately as I lick her nipple, feeling it get excited in my mouth. I massage her other breast, squeezing enough to make her whimper with fresh pleasure. She’s moaning in the most enthralling way.