Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“What’s wrong?” I ask, full of concern, but Melissa only purrs, telling me it’s the best kind of sore she’s felt in ages, and that’s just from me having a finger or two inside her. She’s gonna need some time for me to stretch out that little virgin hole of hers properly if she takes all of me balls deep.
I know that’s what she maybe wants me to plan for the rest of today instead of touristy sightseeing. My body is inclined to agree, and in seconds I’m back on top of her, her body wrapped around mine and quickly tangled in thousand-thread-count sheets until we’re half laughing, half groaning with this insane need for each other.
“I just want your first time to be special,” I remind her, “and if you’re sore from fingering…” I add, which makes her pause with a look of shock before she thinks about it a little more, crimping her mouth and nodding.
Her hand reaches mine and slowly guides it back to her now sodden mound, her slick opening taking my finger easily as she inhales deeply. She hums a moan of satisfaction as I work my thick digit in and around her perfect little hole.
“I want you… to feel… everything I have planned for you,” I croon, feeling my pulse thundering in my ears, wondering if my mouth’s making promises my body can’t keep.
I mean, I’m talking about showing her around. Shopping for expensive things and enjoying the best life has to offer but being so close to her… seeing and feeling for myself just how ready she is…
I growl with frustration, forcing a firm kiss onto her lips that she instantly returns. Shifting herself so I can move my finger inside her deeper, we both moan when I feel the elastic heat of her sex quiver against my curling motion.
“Mark…” she gasps, her nails running up my back before she grips her arms tightly around my neck. I feel her quiver and grunt with disbelief as she climaxes for me, right on my finger. The rest of my hand swiftly moves over her sex, feeling her hot essence like ambrosia—the nectar of the gods.
I keep my finger inside her until her breathing slows and bring my sleek digit up to my lips, tracing her climax over them before kissing her again. I let her taste just how good she tastes to me.
“You… you can do that anytime,” she flushes, puffing out a dramatic breath that nobody could fake. Her body trembles as I hum with satisfaction, growling low as my hands run over her nakedness as the sheets fall away.
“Tonight,” I instruct her, making her give a short whimper in reply. Both of us feel tonight is a light-year away, but if I’m gonna do this right… if I’m gonna prove myself to her as a man, not some throwaway “holiday” fuck… then I’m gonna need to do a little shopping.
“C’mon,” I clip suddenly, forcing myself off the bed. Her eyes lock on my bobbing erection, but I mean it this time. “We’ll need to get you some new clothes… undies, at least. I’ll be tearing them off you with my teeth at the rate I'm going.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Melissa
It’s the best good morning I’ve ever had. Mark is the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes. The memory of him from last night is fresh in my mind and body. In the warm light of morning, in full sunlight, he’s more perfect, if that’s possible.
I want to worry about my blotchy morning face and whether I drooled in my sleep, but Mark’s keener on me than ever, ignoring anything I might have a hang-up about and letting me know real quick that although he’s gonna take some time to work his way up to taking my virginity with his manhood, he’s not gonna leave me hanging too long.
Tonight…
The word sends a shiver across my belly. Although I could have him claim me anytime, anywhere, right now, I think it’s kinda sweet that he wants to make it special. That’s what makes me ripple inside with excitement.
When a man as amazing as Mark promises to make something “special,” I can only thrill at what he might mean. I gulp hard at the prospect and, still shaking from my first orgasm of the day by his hand, I’m not surprised when he orders me to get ready.
I can see his desire turning over in his eyes as he helps me out of bed, making a point of keeping some distance. He prolongs the chase a little longer, and it has the desired effect.
“You’re not gonna join me?” I coo, pouting when he shakes his head, jutting his chiseled jaw toward the bathroom adjoining his bedroom.
“I wanna smell you on me all day,” he beams, taking a deep breath as he scans my nakedness in the full sun like a man more pleased than ever at his catch.