Series: Stacey Espino
Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
At first, she wanted to cry from embarrassment, but then his gaze went from her eyes, traveling down her body. He wasn’t repulsed.
Her heart raced as he lingered at her breasts, but then dived further down toward the apex of her thighs.
“Perfect,” he said.
She wasn’t perfect but as he said it, she basked in the compliment, not wanting it to end. Clara wanted to be desired, accepted for exactly who she was.
“Keep your arms at your sides.”
He let her go and she lowered her arms down, even as the temptation to cover herself was strong. She licked her dry lips, and then she watched in amazement as Grayson removed his own clothes. She’d never seen a man naked before.
What surprised her even more was the sheer length and size of his cock. He was long, thick, and rock hard. There was no way he was going to be able to fit. Even though she understood biology and knew he would, she had a feeling when he finally did claim her virginity, she was going to be feeling it for weeks after. She didn’t have a problem with that. Not one.
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Grayson knew this was a giant mistake.. Clara was too much of a temptation to deny himself, and after the last few years of watching her, he no longer wanted to wait.
His daughter was a problem, which was why he made sure to give April a distraction. An all-expense paid vacation to Italy, complete with a daily allowance. He paid for his daughter and her current boyfriend. Grayson would never have done that if it hadn’t been for his deal with Clara.
Now, for the next week, he was going to come home to her, dressed exactly as he wanted her. He’d been preparing for this moment for the past week. The lingerie and negligees were already waiting for Clara.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, everything was falling into place. Clara was naked in his room. And he wasn’t disappointed. Her soft pale skin and curves were an addiction. Her gaze fell to his cock, and he watched as she visibly swallowed.
“I’ll fit,” he said.
She looked at him, her eyes wide. “Are you sure?”
He chuckled and closed the distance between them. “Men and women are meant to fit.” It would be tight, deliciously tight, but he would prepare her.
Spinning her around so that her back was pressed against his chest, he kissed her neck. Dancing his tongue across the pulse, he bit down, not too hard, but just enough to cause slight pain mingled with pleasure.
He heard her sudden gasp and while she was distracted, he cupped her tits, playing with the full pert nipples. Since she had shown him one of her tits, he’d wanted to get her naked, to see every single part of her body, and she didn’t disappoint.
Moving her forward, Clara didn’t fight him as he stepped them both in front of a mirror. She closed her eyes the moment she realized they were in front of it.
“Open your eyes, Clara,” he said. He loved saying her name and the way it rolled off the tongue. “You make me hard just looking at you. Your body is made to be fucked.”
She let out a moan.
Cupping her tits, he watched as her legs pressed together, clearly trying to get friction of any kind.
He let go of her breasts and slid his hands down, loving how they curved in at her waist, but then flared out as they went over her large hips. It struck him that she had a body designed for carrying children.
Staring at her reflection, Grayson thought about her swollen, carrying his child. “I need to add something to our deal,” he said.
Clara tensed up, it was subtle, but he felt it.
“What more?” she asked.
He stroked his fingers through the fine hairs of her pussy. Pressing his hand between them, he touched her slit, sliding a finger between her lips. He heard her sudden gasp, and she shook a little in his arms. She’d never been touched like this and that alone thrilled him. Such youth and innocence—all his.
“When I pop that cherry, I won’t be wearing a condom, Clara. Tell me you’re on the pill.”
She shook her head, and this made him smile. Perfect.
“Then I suggest you get on the pill and hope it takes effect soon, because I want to fill your cunt with my creamy spunk. I want to watch it dripping from your pussy.”
She didn’t have time to protest as he stroked her clit, over and over. Clara was sodden.
He knew she claimed to only be doing this for the money, but deep down, he knew Clara wanted him. She was attracted to him, and her body didn’t lie. She could try to hide it all she wanted. Grayson wasn’t a fool.
Clara cried out, his name spilling from her lips as he watched her. She pressed her head against his chest, her breathing heavy. Her hands were clenched, and she struggled with each new sensation he evoked.