Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Ford,” I moan and we start moving faster together. His forehead presses to mine and I’m locked into the feeling. “Ford, Ford, Ford, like that, just like that, don’t stop.” We’re grinding, fucking, everything so wet and lovely, and I feel it right there growing and growing, glowing despite the pain, the pleasure building and building. I’ve let go of my fear, let go of my self-doubt, and there’s only Ford guiding me through this and bringing me closer and closer and closer until he bites my shoulder and kisses my collarbone, and I arch my back and say his name and come, come, come, in a wild cascade of lovely intensity over and over, and Ford, the bastard, the lovely perfect bastard, he doesn’t stop, he keeps the pace I set exactly the way I want him to until finally I collapse back, a quivering and mindless mess.
He slides himself out of me. “Good girl,” he says and kisses me, touching me, hands caressing my skin. Everything is electric and sensitive and I giggle despite myself, grinning like a moron, flushed and sweating from the effort. “You’re such a good girl.”
“We should’ve done that sooner,” I say and nuzzle him.
“You’re in luck,” he whispers and kisses me. “Because I’m not finished yet.”
My eyes go wide and I realize he’s right—his cock is still very hard.
I don’t think. I move down to his shaft and stroke him slowly as he lies on his back. There’s no blood—I’ve been riding horses my whole life—but I taste my pussy as I take him into my mouth. I suck him nice and slow and want to give him the gift he just gave me as I go faster, and faster, and he’s whispering how much he loves it the whole time, his groans low and guttural and masculine. “That’s right, suck yourself off my cock, lovely girl, god, you feel so fucking good. Wait—wait—” He pulls me up and makes me straddle him.
“Ford!” But it’s too late—my hips move and he slips inside of me again.
I’m shocked at how good it feels. I’m mesmerized by how wet I am. “Ride,” he commands.
And I do. I ride him faster and faster, even though I’m aching and sore like crazy, I take him deeper and deeper until I feel him twitching inside of me and he’s groaning my name—“Katherine, fuck, Katherine”—and that sends me flying over the edge. Another orgasm rips through my body as he comes, filling me up to the brim, and I swear it lasts forever or maybe it lasts only seconds, I can’t really tell and I don’t really care, because I collapse down into his arms, completely spent.
“No more,” I groan and grind myself against his hips. “Oh my god, I’m so sore.”
He laughs softly. “I guess I can let you be done for the night.”
“For the night? You mean for the week.”
“If you can stay on your side of the bed for a week, I’ll leave you alone.”
“Arrogant prick.”
He kisses me and I snuggle closer. And something clicks inside my brain.
I kind of like being with Ford.
Which is probably a ridiculous thing to think after giving him my virginity, but it’s true.
I never thought I’d actually enjoy his company. I never imagined I’d have fun bantering with him, teasing him, making jokes and laughing with him.
But here I am lying in his arms, and I don’t want to go anywhere else.
I want to be with him.
And that scares me more than anything else.
Chapter 19
Kat
“What are we celebrating, exactly?” I ask Ford as we sit in the back of the limo on the way to dinner.
“Our first week together.” He grins and puts a hand on my inner thigh. “And you finally becoming a woman.”
I shove his hand away and roll my eyes. “I’ve been a woman for a lot longer than you’ve been a man, asshole.”
“Whatever you say. Did I tell you how nice you look tonight yet?”
“Three times, but I can always hear it a fourth.”
“You look perfect.” He leans over and kisses my cheek. “Are you sure you’re ready to be out in public together?”
I shrug and give him a brave smile, but he’s got a point. We’re not exactly famous or anything like that, but our families are known in this town and he’s taking me to one of the most exclusive restaurants in all of Texas. Chances are decent someone from the social circles we run in will recognize us and the rumors will spread like wildfire.
Unless they’re already spreading. Which, knowing Sara Lynn, they probably are. Fortunately, I’ve been smart enough to stay the heck away from social media and I don’t know what people are saying about us, and I really don’t want to find out.
“I’m ready if you are,” I say and he only gestures for me to follow like it’s no big thing.