Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Come in my mouth.
That’s the message in her eyes. I want to tell her no. I want to explain to her that I need to save myself for her perfect pussy. I can do nothing when she keeps bobbing her head and stroking. I can’t even speak. Just standing up is enough of a challenge.
My body floods with heat. Time seems to slow down for an eternity, letting me stare down at her as she works my shaft, as her tits bounce, with her thick thighs exposed.
Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
I’ve never felt pleasure like this. My seed surges up my shaft, caressing every inch of me, her hot tongue swirling around my dick. When she tastes my seed, she pulls away.
“Sorry,” she gasps, but her hand is still moving furiously up and down, making my dick feel like I’m burning in the best, horniest sense.
My seed erupts all over her tits. She moans when I take my shaft in my hands.
“Push them …”
Luckily, she doesn’t need me to go on. She pushes her tits together to take the last of my seed. When it’s all over, my breath comes hard, big, heaving breaths that make me feel like I will fall over. She stands up and finds her shorts quickly.
I pull up my pants. She’s dressed now and goes into the bathroom to take a big sip from the faucet. “Sorry,” she mutters. “I didn’t know how it would taste.”
“It’s fine,” I tell her.
After what we just did, things are way too awkward. I approach her, but she shakes her head like she fears me.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she says. “That’s not why I came out here.”
“I couldn’t stop,” I groan.
“I didn’t ask you to,” she says, almost like she’s angry. “I didn’t want you to.”
“Are you okay?”
She looks at the hallway and back at me. “It’s not a big deal, but, well … This isn’t exactly how I planned on losing my virginity.”
She rushes out her words like the verbal equivalent of tearing off a Band-Aid. I can sense she doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it.
“You deserve more romance for that,” I agree. “Something you can look back on.”
“Did you know? Could you tell?”
“No, not until toward the end. Then I got an idea.”
“Did I seem nervous?”
“You seemed sexy as hell.”
“Sexy as hell,” she repeats under her breath. “Do you want to tell me about the apple tree now? We can trade, right? What we just did for the truth about the apple tree.” She laughs shakily. It’s not a genuine laugh. It’s almost like she’s trying to let out some small pieces of agony, or maybe not so small.
“That wasn’t a trade,” I snap. “That wasn’t for anything.”
“So that’s a no, then?”
I go to move toward her. Again, she shakes her head in that urgent way that makes me feel like a predator. It pisses me off, honestly. It’s not like I’ll charge at her when she doesn’t want me to.
“This isn’t about—”
“I thought so.”
She rushes toward the hallway.
“Lily, what’s gotten into you?”
She doesn’t answer; she keeps walking. I debate going after her. After what we just did, surely we’ve got enough intimacy for that, but I feel unsure. I was so confident when the heat was pumping through us both.
I sit on the mattress and put my head in my hands. Did I make a terrible mistake? Does she feel like I took advantage of her?
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
LILY
When I text Maddie, telling her what just happened but leaving out the details, she calls me. I didn’t expect her to respond until the morning. I only texted her because I needed to get out some of this fight-or-flight feeling.
“You did what?” Maddie whisper-yells down the phone.
“I know,” I reply quietly. “I can hardly believe it. I went out there, I guess, maybe to talk with him, hoping he was awake. I don’t know, but when it started, the kissing and then …” I swallow, nerves lighting up my body like some lust-filled instinct is trying to make me relive it. “It felt so natural.”
“Then why did you run out on him?” Maddie asks.
“Because he was being too romantic. Saying my first time needed to be memorable and stuff like that.”
“And that’s a bad thing because …”
“Dad,” I whisper, feeling pathetic for even saying it. If I can’t be honest with Maddie, I can’t be honest with anyone.
“You think he’s tricking you like your dad tricked your mom?” Maddie asks.
“I don’t know what to think, but it could be true. Mom had no idea. Dad swept her off her feet. She couldn’t even imagine Dad would ever turn into the world’s biggest prick, but he did.”
“So you think Mr.Good Samaritan might do the same?” Maddie says, doing a poor job of hiding her doubt.
“I don’t know,” I snap. “It’s not against the laws of physics. It’s not impossible. Women have probably felt more natural with a man than I just did and have been fooled and hurt. Anyway, my boss has warned me away.”