Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38053 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I move over her and kiss her, soft and slow. My dick presses against her entrance and she holds tightly onto my shoulders.
“Tell me you want this, February.”
She lifts her eyes to mine and I swear I see her soul. “I want this. I want you, Harrison.”
I slam into her, causing her to shout out as I groan. There’s nothing slow and sweet about this. I’m driving into her hard and fast, desperate to feel her. Her nails dig into my skin as she moans every time I slam into her.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Your tight, wet pussy is perfect,” I hiss.
“Harder,” she shouts, tossing her head back.
I pull out of her and she cries out in protest. I grin as I quickly pull her up and spin her around, pushing her upper body down onto my desk. Her perfect round ass is in the air and I slap it.
“Fuck,” she shouts.
I grab onto her hips and slam back into her wet pussy. She wants it harder; she’ll get it harder. I pound into her fast and deep. She reaches across and holds onto the edge of the desk, moaning loudly.
“Yes, Harrison, it feels so good.”
She turns her head to look at me, and the second our eyes connect, something happens. We’re connected in this moment, body and soul. I’ve never experienced something so profound before and I’m certain from the tears in her eyes, neither has she.
I reach between her legs and rub her clit as I drive into her. Never taking my eyes off hers. Her face is flushed as she shouts my name, but her eyes drift closed.
“Open your eyes. Don’t look away.”
She snaps her eyes open, and as she does, she moans as her release is pulled from her. My orgasm crashes over me a moment later as our eyes stay locked.
I love her.
I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.
“Harrison,” she whispers.
“February,” I reply.
As I pull out of her, I lift her in my arms and kiss her. I kiss her with everything I’m feeling, hoping she understands.
Hoping she feels the same.
Chapter 15
February
Is it strange that I’m completely crazy for this man? Like, it’s too soon, right? Yes, it is, but it feels so dang right.
Every touch.
Every kiss.
Every freaking moment feels all too real between us. I can’t put my finger on it, but I think I’m falling in love.
No.
Not that.
Not so soon.
The need to flee from this room overtakes me, and as I slowly dress, Harrison just stares at me. Like he can’t believe that all just happened.
Neither can I.
“I don’t want you to think I do this sort of thing all the time,” he says, sliding his boxers and pants back on.
I run a few fingers through my hair. “Me either.”
“February,” he sucks in a deep breath and lets it out slowly, “I want to keep doing that over and over again.”
I blush. “Me too.”
“You know I mean with you, right?”
I laugh. “I’d hope so.”
He pulls his shirt over his head. “Well, I do. I know things are probably moving way too fast but let me take you to dinner this Friday.”
I nod. “On one condition.” I grab the gold crown from on top of his bookshelf.
“Anything.”
“Why do you still have this thing?” I hold up the crown. Is he really that sentimental over becoming prom king? I know it’s a big deal in high school, but come on, high school is over.
He places both hands on his hips and blows out a deep breath. “Sit with me?” he asks, taking a seat on the couch.
I plop down next to him, and he wraps an arm around me. “Okay.”
“When I left for prom, my mother told me to make sure my hair looked just right because she knew I’d win prom king.” He laughs lightly to himself, most likely reliving the memory. “When I came home from prom, she was so proud that I had won. She said I was the most handsome guy in that school.”
I can believe that. “Aw, how sweet.”
He takes the crown from my hands, twisting it in his fingers. “She put it up on the shelf, and I was so embarrassed by it all. I didn’t care that I had won. I never even really wanted to go to prom, but my mother said I’d regret it if I didn’t go. So, I asked my girlfriend at the time, and away we went. My mother took so many pictures. She was so happy.”
“I bet she was.”
“She died the next day.”
My heart bottoms out in my chest. “Oh, Harrison, I’m so sorry.” I can’t even imagine what he must have gone through back then.
“She went to the grocery store after putting my crown on the shelf. On her way home, she was in a car accident. T-boned by a big truck, and she died on the scene.”