Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 28642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
“God, baby,” he groaned. “I could come in my fucking jeans right now from the way you talk.”
She rested her forehead on his chest, breathed in the scent of him, and continued to grind on his hard body. Before she knew what was happening, Rory was moving them backward, but she didn’t fight it, didn’t try to stop it. When she felt a wall greet her back only seconds later, she stared up at him. He’d moved them to the corner of the club. The people all around them were so close she smelled their sweat and heard their harsh breathing.
For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just pressed her body to the wall with his and kept her there to let her feel his hard cock. She was wet. God, she was so wet that her panties felt uncomfortable. They’d almost gone all the way so many times when she’d been on the verge of begging him to take her virginity. The thing was, he’d always stopped, and not because he didn’t want to, she knew that.
Rory was a virgin, too.
Having been together since they were only fifteen, she hadn’t ever wanted anyone else. He’d come from a broken home and could have allowed himself to fall into the wrong crowd, get hooked on drugs and alcohol like his father, and gorge himself on the girls who would gladly spread their legs for him. But he was smart, such a good guy, and he’d always been faithful to her.
She was the only one who knew he’d never had sex, but just by looking at him, no one would ever guess. He was big and muscular, even had some tattoos on his arms that made him look extra badass, and everyone knew they didn’t mess with him … or her for that matter. Maybe he looked like he’d be a man-whore, but that didn’t mean he fit the mold.
No, Rory Jaymes was a breed all to himself, and God, did she love him because of it.
“Seeing all these fuckers stare at you pisses me off. But I feel lucky you’re with me, and you’re my girl.” He pulled her impossibly closer to him. “I want you so damn badly, baby. My cock feels like it’ll rip right through my jeans. It’s starting to make me feel like I’ll bust a nut like some kind of amateur.” He cupped her ass, gave one cheek a squeeze, and groaned again. “And this fucking outfit you’re wearing … makes me want to punch a motherfucker out for even looking at you.”
She moved her hands up his thickly corded and muscular arms until she curled her fingers into his T-shirt covered shoulders. She’d known wearing something so revealing would probably toy with Rory’s already razor-edged possessive and territorial urges toward her. But she loved that about him, loved that he only had eyes for her, and if any other guy tried to mess with her, he showed them what was up.
Lena felt his erection pressing against her belly, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rose on her toes to press her lips lightly against his. They kissed for several seconds, his tongue moving along hers, and his cock a hard, steel rod between their bodies.
“I’m here with you, Rory.” She pressed her pussy down on his leg a little harder until she gasped from the pleasure that shot through her body. “You’re the only one who makes me this wet.” She took his hand and pushed it lower, not caring they were in the middle of the club. She guided his finger under her skirt so he could feel how wet her panties were. “See, that’s all because of you, Rory,” she said against his lips. He groaned and lifted his leg a little higher, pressing a little harder.
“I want to lick your pussy tonight, baby,” he said in a low, deep voice. “I want to run my tongue all over your cunt, and lick that sweet cream from you until you beg me to stop.”
God, he had a filthy mouth, but she loved it.
She pressed her lips to his fully, and he instantly deepened the kiss. He tasted sweet and spicy, like cinnamon. He wasn’t drinking tonight because he was driving her home. At least one of them was thinking clearly and levelheaded, and being responsible enough to be smart about things.
“How about getting me a glass of water?” She leaned back and smiled up at him. Knowing so many people surrounded them didn’t deter her from slipping her hand between their bodies, curling her fingers around his rock-hard erection that pressed against his jeans, and saying in a low voice, “Tonight I want to be the night, Rory. Tonight, I want you to take my virginity. I want us to be together for the first time.”