Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22390 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I realize I’m staring with my mouth open.
“You like it?” Blake whispers.
“I…I feel like it’s what every girl dreams of,” I giggle. “Only she thinks it will be with her high school sweetheart and not with…”
“The kingpin of the city?” Blake suggests.
I nod. “Exactly.”
He moves in again, and I think it’s to kiss me, but I’m wrong. He lifts me into his arms and sets me down on the bed beneath him. The movement is so quick it takes my breath away. He looks down on me again with those eyes, and then he starts to take off his suit.
The jacket comes first, revealing more of his physique threatening to tear out of that off-white dress shirt he’s wearing. But he quickly removes it, stripping the buttons with a single tug, sending them spraying across the room.
His chest is thick and strapping, and his stomach is ripped, almost impossibly so. He has the v-lines by his hips going down into his pants that every man strives for, and I can feel my eyes scouring his body on their own. It’s impossible not to look. But it doesn’t even matter, because Blake has plans of his own.
He reaches down and hooks the straps of my dress and pulls them both down over my shoulders, exposing my breasts to him. “Goddamn, look how sexy you are. How did I get so damn lucky with you?”
“Good eyesight,” I tease. It’s the only thing I can do. I’m feeling so hot right now. I can barely even form a coherent thought. “And besides, I’m the lucky one here. You saved me from that jerk, Trevor.”
A deep, guttural sound comes from Blake’s chest as he tugs my dress farther down my body, right to my pantie line. “Don’t remind me.
That scum could never deserve your fresh virgin body, angel,” he growls, kissing me where my neck meets my collarbone. The sensation causes my entire body to quiver. “But then again…I’m not even sure I deserve it.”
I see more in his eyes now. Sadness. A tortured feeling that’s barely even there, but I’m sure I see it.
I reach up and gently caress the line of his jaw with the back of my hand. “You can’t be beyond all hope, Blake. After all, who knows what that guy would have done to me if you hadn’t come along.”
This seems to draw a smile from him, albeit a small one. “That’s true,” he replies. “I’ve been a very bad man, Anna. But something about you…you make me want to change all that.”
I’m unable to process all of this information right now. I’m trembling even more as he begins to unbutton his pants. He kicks them off, leaving himself in nothing but a pair of black briefs that are bulging from within.
I’m still in my heels, and my dress is still technically on, but not really. Blake reaches to the bundled-up fabric around my waist and tugs, and without hesitation, I lift my hips off the bed.
Panties and dress come off at the same time and fall to the floor by my ankles, leaving me totally exposed. Blake’s face changes. His eyes narrow, and his lips part.
“Fuck, girl,” he growls. “Look at your fucking sweet little pussy. That’s got to be the sexiest little pussy I’ve ever seen in my life. And nobody’s ever touched it before?”
“N-no.” I shake my head.
He reaches down, grabs his bulge with his left hand and licks his lips while he looks at me. “It’s like I wished for you, and you just appeared for me out of nowhere.”
It’s insane how hot my cheeks are. My entire body, in fact.
“Maybe I did,” I say as slyly as possible, very aware that my heels are still on as I twist my hips on the bed while I look up at him.
This may be my first time, and it may be with Blake Lockwood, but I’m not going to let that scare me. I need to keep my cool so this is good for both of us, but especially him.
You can do this, I tell myself.
But then Blake grabs the waistband of his briefs and pulls them down, and when he reveals himself to me, what I see makes me re-think everything.
10
Anna
That can’t be real.
That’s the first thought that goes through my mind when I see his manhood standing out straight from his body like a Spartan spear.
No, he has to be wearing some kind of prosthetic or something that goes over his real dick, because no man could be blessed with something that big. But when Blake moves forward and leans down over me, I see from how it moves that what he’s packing is the real thing.
I must be making a goofy face or crazy eyes or something because Blake chuckles as he gets closer and whispers, “Yeah, there’s a lot to me, baby.”