Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 72071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
She ground her pussy down onto me, begging me without words to do something, so I did.
I swirled one lone finger at her entrance and sank it inside her to the webbing.
She gasped and dropped her upper body down a few inches, causing her nipples to graze my chest, dragging the tips deliciously against my chest hair.
Her head dropping down even farther as she tried to figure out what to do, which sensation to focus on.
Her hair was also tickling against my neck and around my face, causing me to let go of it for a few long seconds to sweep it up and over to one side of her neck, and then re-fist it.
Not that I minded her hair all around us in messy disarray, but I wanted to focus on other things…like withdrawing my finger from her heat and sinking back inside again, this time curling said finger.
She panted and dropped until her forehead was resting against mine, and I inhaled deeply, loving the way she smelled—all soft and sweet and mine.
So, so fucking mine.
“Ride my finger, baby,” I ordered.
God, she was so tight.
Like, the tightest I’d ever felt before, for sure.
I was selective with my bed partners, and the ones that I did take to my bed were definitely not people that I would ever say were loose or well used.
But Theo?
It felt like I wouldn’t fit—and spoiler time, dicks always fit.
But when she started to move on my finger, and her tight walls went even tighter around me? Well, I was seriously considering whether or not she would hate me later when I finally got my cock inside of her.
“It’s not enough,” she breathed. “I want more.”
I added a second finger on her next grind down, and she shook her head, her forehead rolling against mine. “No. I want more.”
I knew what she meant.
She wanted my cock.
She wanted it badly.
I wanted it just as bad, but I wasn’t ready.
I knew the moment that I got inside her I would blow, and if I didn’t get her off first, her first sexual experience would be a big disappointment.
And I didn’t want that for her.
I wanted her to remember this as being the best feeling in her life.
The thing that she thought about on cold winter nights with the covers pulled up to her chest. The thing she dreamed about when she started dating other men when she was finally who and what she was supposed to be—free.
Her mouth suddenly came down on mine, and she shifted upwards, dislodging my fingers that were doing a stellar job at making her climb the ladder to her first orgasm.
“I want to come on your cock,” she breathed. “Please.”
Her begging had my heart stutter-stepping in my chest, and my resolve disintegrating.
I couldn’t help it anymore.
I had to give her what she wanted.
Using my hips, I quickly rolled her until she was lying on the bed beneath me. My hips were now solidly in between her thighs, and she was already bringing her legs up and out, making room for me.
“Please,” she begged again.
I blindly ran my hand up her belly, hating the way I could still feel her ribs and knowing without a doubt that it was much better than it had been.
But that didn’t stop me from thinking she was the sexiest thing to ever walk this earth.
“You’re sure?” I asked, knowing if she said no it’d be next to impossible to stop…but I would.
“Yes,” she promised, her hand coming up my arm, curving around the muscles of my bicep and up and over my shoulder. She came to a stop at my neck, and she pulled me down until her mouth could reach mine.
Then she kissed me, telling me without words just how ready she was.
Her tongue was hesitant and inexperienced. Obviously new to the game of sex and kissing and need.
But she didn’t let that stop her or scare her, trusting me to show her the way of it.
I did, stroking her tongue with mine, breathing her in and showing her what I wanted…what I liked.
Her hand went between us as we kissed, reaching for my cock.
I lifted my hips, her hands finally finding the waistband of my boxer briefs and quickly diving inside.
The moment that her hand wrapped around me, I froze, my mouth on hers.
She sensed my impending doom and laughed into my mouth.
“Please, Josiah,” she whispered.
Not my nickname.
My real name.
The name nobody used anymore.
Nobody but her.
I let go of her hair and started to push at my underwear, quickly divesting myself of them while also not straying far from my place between her thighs.
The moment that my cock sprung completely free, I shifted my hips until I could reach her entrance, and she guided me.
My cock felt liquid heat, and I groaned.
“I’m not gonna last,” I breathed. “I’m already on the edge.”