Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 407(@250wpm)___ 339(@300wpm)
All I could focus on was not tearing apart.
He still had his fingers wedged inside me as it happened, and although I squirmed, he stayed with my undulating body, keeping them lodged inside. Every pulse squeezed at him, and he let out a heavy, appreciative sigh.
“Jesus Christ.” His voice was hushed. “That’s so fucking sexy.”
His words filled me with even more satisfaction, and I flinched with an aftershock of pleasure.
Finally, after a lifetime, his fingers retreated, and the orgasm faded. It left me weak, and I collapsed into a sweaty heap on the mattress, before pushing out a long, slow breath. Holy hell. That had been intense. Easily the strongest orgasm I’d ever had.
I raised a shaky hand to brush the hair out of my face, opened my eyes, and lifted my head to risk a glance at him.
In the candlelight, his pleased eyes seemed darker. They stared back at me as he rose to his feet and wiped a hand over his mouth, and it was unavoidable the way my gaze coursed down his body. It landed on the erection bulging through his underwear. Why would anyone want to be good around him? He had a body built for sin.
A cocky smile tilted his lips. He liked how I stared at him.
It only took him a second to jerk his underwear down, and then he was as naked as I was. His hard dick swung free before he ringed a hand around the tip and stroked down to the base. It was stunning how he stood over me, so far away, and yet I wasn’t shy as his gaze caressed my nude body. My bashfulness had been burned up in the fire of my orgasm.
“You want this inside you?” He continued to slide his fist slowly across his length.
Even though I knew I could change my mind at any time, it still felt like this was it. No going back now.
My heart skipped and fluttered. “Yes.”
FIFTEEN
Sydney
Preston never looked more attractive than when desire flooded his expression. But I didn’t get to see the full intensity of it for long because he turned and strode to the nightstand.
The vibrator wasn’t the first thing he went for, though.
A drawer was pulled open, a condom packet was retrieved, and then he scooped up the black wand. They were carried back to me at the end of the bed, and my heart crawled into my throat, closing it off.
I could barely breathe as he dropped the vibrator beside me and tore open the foil wrapper with steady hands. It was a moment I’d wanted for so long, but it had also been built up into this huge ordeal in my mind, even when I knew it shouldn’t be.
People lost their virginity all the time, I told myself.
I tensed my hands into loose fists as the torn foil fluttered to the carpet and he fitted the condom over the head of his dick, then rolled it down. The sight of it made heat flash across my cheeks.
How the hell was all of that going to fit inside me?
“Don’t worry.” His tone was hushed and playful. “It’ll fit.”
I jolted, and it took me a moment to realize I hadn’t asked it out loud. Preston was either a mind reader, or I’d been staring at him with trepidation.
His expression turned serious as he stepped in between my legs and leaned over, planting a hand on either side of me on the mattress. My eyes were wide and probably anxious, but his were reassuring.
He sank down so he was supported on his forearms, and I was trapped beneath him. The heat of his naked body was right there, and he tipped his head down the final few inches so he could brush his lips against mine in something too gentle to be called a kiss.
Just the contact of our skin against each other’s caused a shiver to travel up my back and make my shoulders shake. It felt so nice, but it also set off the proximity warnings that always filled my mind whenever I came close to having sex.
I wouldn’t heed them this time, I told myself.
My fingers curled into the hair at the back of his head, wordlessly pleading for him to kiss me for real. Like he meant it.
When he did? God. He was as desperate as I was.
That night in my bedroom, he’d had me climb on top of him and we’d ground our naked bodies together, so I had an idea of what it would feel like when his cock rubbed against me—but this was so different.
Every part of me was tense with anticipation, and when the head of his dick nudged forward, seeking entrance, the trembling that rattled me down to my core grew worse.
He broke the kiss and hesitation hung in his expression. I wished I could stop the tremor, but it was beyond my control, and a big part of it was just adrenaline anyway.