Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“Do for me?” I smirk, sliding my hands down to her hips, sinking my hands into her fullness. “I can think of lots of things. But I’m more interested in what I can do for you.”
She moans in the sexiest way, like part of her is shy, and the other knows she needs this. Her hand tightens on my chest, fingernails scraping my skin through my shirt.
“We can’t have sex,” she says, averting her gaze, which only makes me want to kiss her more. “I…I promised myself that my first time would be special.”
I take a step back, the weight of her words slamming into me, making my thoughts spin into the future.
“You’ve never been with a man,” I say.
She shakes her head slowly, biting her lip. “I’m a virgin. So, just so you know…I won’t be able to have a quickie or anything like that.”
I move forward again, returning my hands to her hips, then pull her roughly against me. She gasps as I press the massive rock-hard length of my cock against her belly.
“Does this feel like I want you less?” I growl.
“But I can’t,” she murmurs. “Not now, not like this.”
“I understand.” I slip my hand around to her belly, smoothing down to her sex. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t make your virgin pussy all nice and wet for me, does it, Freya? That doesn’t mean you can’t be the obedient, horny virgin you are and cream for me.”
She makes another whimpering noise, my length on fire with all the precome and closeness.
CHAPTER
THIRTEEN
Freya
I should tell him to stop, especially with mom and Julie downstairs.
I’m not sure how mom would react to this relationship, connection, fling, whatever the heck it is. Maybe she would think he’s too old for me, though Dad was fifteen years older than her.
Or maybe she’d tell me to slow down. I don’t know this man.
I shouldn’t feel so instantly comfortable kissing him, and I shouldn’t feel hungry as he starts massaging my sex over my jeans.
It’s like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this man, this stranger, as though the butterfly on my wrist wasn’t just a tribute to my dad but a way to bring us together.
A way for him to kill me.
Fine, but he chose to keep me safe, and now he’s rubbing me so freaking fast I feel like I’m going to lose control. I thought he'd stop when I told him I was a virgin.
It seemed clear he wanted to have sex.
But he’s already agreed we won’t go that far, all the way. He wants to make me….
I can’t finish the thought when he breaks off the kiss, rubbing me even quicker as he stares down at me.
He moves fast, sweeping me off my feet and cradling me to his chest. I throw my arms around him and hold on tight, feeling the muscles in his neck, his throbbing chest pressing against me.
“Your shoulder,” I whisper.
“I’d need a lot more than a bloody shoulder to stop now, Freya. I can fucking smell how badly your young inexperienced body wants this.”
I giggle, feeling like I’m floating as he carries me down the hallway. He does it so easily, showing no sign I’m too heavy or too anything.
With Felix, I feel as though I’m exactly who I’m supposed to be, no more and no less.
Caution tells me to slow my thinking way down. He’s told me he feels more passionate about me than he has with any other woman. And he doesn’t care that I’m a virgin.
But that doesn’t mean all the things I wish it did.
He pushes a door open, revealing a room with a big wall of televisions, many of them shining green like night-vision, showing parts of the woods and the house.
“Have you been watching us?” I say, a teasing note in my voice.
He places me down and slips his hands down to my ass, massaging me as he stares into my eyes. “I was watching you when you spilled the juice. I saw you bend over with that perfect ass in the air. I need to see how round and juicy it is without that denim. Be a good virgin and bend over, Freya.”
When he says virgin like that – husky, as though it turns him on – a shiver makes my skin tingle. My sex feels as though it gets even wetter.
“But….”
He leans closer, kissing my cheek, then my lips. I open my mouth, finding his tongue, forgetting any concerns as the pleasure flares between us.
“As badly as I want to grind my thick cock into your soaked pussy, Freya, that’s not what I want now. I want you to bend over and show me your naked ass, then cream all over my fucking mouth when I feast on your young pussy. Can you do that for me?”