Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“I’ll show you how good it’s supposed to feel. Teach you what you need and what makes you scream out in pleasure.”
Gage Presley was very good with words. My mind was screaming at me that this was a terrible idea. This man was going to mess up my head worse than he already had. But my body was so hungry for what he was promising that I wasn’t sure I could fight it.
When his fingers began to slide through my slickness, he groaned in my ear. “Fuck, you’re soaking wet. Your body knows how good I can make it feel. Just shut off everything else.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “Forget all the other stuff. Let’s just be us for today.”
But tomorrow will come, my head reminded me.
Unfortunately, the area between my legs was shouting louder. I was going to have sex someday. Why not let my first be with someone who knew my body? He had already managed to hurt me emotionally. I wasn’t going to do this and think that love was next. This was just sex. Why not enjoy it and learn what I liked?
“Okay,” I finally replied.
There was a rumble of appreciation as he grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. “Get them off.” His voice sounded strained. Impatient.
I shimmied them down the rest of the way, then kicked them out of the way. He gripped the hem of my top, and I held my arms up as he pulled it up over my head. When his hands went to the hook on my bra, I realized I was about to be standing in this kitchen, naked, and I was aching so bad for him that I didn’t care.
This was not me. Or was it?
“Hands on the sink,” he said, pushing me forward.
I grabbed the edge of the sink, and he pressed my back down so that my butt was up. He placed a leg between mine and spread them apart. I heard the rustle of his shorts as he shoved them down. Then, he cursed.
“Are you on birth control?” It came out tense, as if whatever my answer was would make him angry.
“I have an IUD. Former me had it put in,” I told him.
“I don’t fuck bare, but condoms are upstairs, and we’ve never used them together. Not sure I can handle the barrier with you.”
I should demand he use a condom. “Maybe it’s better if we do,” I whispered. “You have been with a lot of different women.” That was a reminder I needed. It cooled down my arousal.
His hand gripped my hip tightly, digging into my flesh. “Shiloh, I would never fucking do something to hurt you. I’ve fucked one woman since I was last checked, and I wore a condom.”
That was hard to believe. “One?”
His hand tightened on me. “Yes, one.”
“When were you checked?” This was good. I was calming down. I could think clearly.
“When I was injured.”
I let that sink in. I knew he’d had Destiny over to suck him off. But that meant he’d also had sex with her or someone. I started to stand up straight. My head was in control again, and I couldn’t do this.
“This is a bad idea,” I started to tell him.
He grabbed my arm and spun me around, then backed me up against the edge of the counter. His pupils were big as he looked at me. “No,” he snarled as his hand slipped between my legs, and he shoved his middle finger inside me.
I grabbed his arms and cried out.
“Stop thinking about it,” he said as he continued to pump his finger into me. “Get whatever shit is in your head out. Yeah, I fucked someone upstairs in my hospital bed,” he said, leaning down until his mouth was hovering over mine. “And I closed my goddamn eyes, let her ride me, and pretended it was you.”
Shut up. Shut up. Don’t say that. I wanted to scream at him to stop, but I couldn’t speak. Not with what he was doing between my legs.
“Fucking pissed me off when she didn’t feel like you. Her pussy didn’t squeeze my dick like yours. She didn’t smell like you.” He leaned down and kissed my jaw, then my collarbone. “No one ever feels like you.”
He won. I had no resistance to this man when he talked like that. I grabbed his face and kissed him. My tongue slid across his lips, and he opened for me. The warmth of our breaths mingled as we fought to taste the other as if we were starving.
He grabbed my waist and sat me up on the counter without breaking the kiss. When he pulled me to him and entered me, I broke the kiss as I cried out his name. It was better than I’d imagined. The full feeling. As if I were being stretched until just before the point where it might be painful.