Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Yes, that’s my girl. That’s it, baby girl. Give it to me.
She’s still reeling from her high, and I know I have to be inside of her.
Standing up, I pull her into my arms and carry her over to the couch. Not romantically, just in raw need, in a hurry to get to the next piece of what we have to share. A place we have to connect. A place inside of her I need to get to.
I need to get in there. I need to feel her speared down onto me. I need to know that she gives me that as well.
I want her over the edge of the couch from behind, but it is too soon. Another time. Right now, she needs power too. And you can’t take a virgin that quickly. Not like that.
So, I sit on the couch, and I straddle her across my lap, aching to have her down on me as quickly as I can, as deep as her tender pieces will let me go.
Not all the way yet, that comes next. I have to warm her up first. To know that she is ready to take it. I have to know that she is with me. I have to know that she feels the heat and the intensity as much as I do. I need to know that she is not scared. I need to know that she wants me. That she wants this.
She leans forward and kisses me aggressively, and I know in an instant that she’s there, wanting it too.
I growl into her mouth. Ready to ravage her. It takes every ounce of my strength to pace myself. Breaking away from our kiss long enough to explain what’s coming next.
“Jude, I want you all the way down on me. I know that I’m too big for you right now, but I want you to move with me. Until you can take it all. Will you do that for me?”
She nods, and that is all I need.
My hands cup her beautiful ass and roll her hips backward, down, and forward onto my cock as she brings her tight nipples to my mouth.
I am so fucking hungry for her. For this. For us, like this.
She takes another inch. Then another. I’m losing my fucking mind. Then two more before she cries out, and I almost come. The need to shove her down overtakes me, and I almost lose myself.
I bring one hand around and thumb her clit. She moans, and I encourage and praise her.
“That’s it, baby girl. Ride it for me. Take all you can. I’ve got you.”
And she does. Oh, my fucking god, she does.
She squeezes me so tightly my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I swear I stop breathing for a second. All I feel and smell is her, she controls every one of my senses, and still, I need more.
Grunting, I thrust up harder and faster, holding her firmly in place against my body, using her until I can’t anymore. My muscles ache and sweat beads my brow, and still, I push on. I can feel another orgasm building, a distinct fluttering in her pussy.
“Come again, Jude, come for me,” I growl, tightening my grip on her hips and grinding her against my cock.
Her little body trembles, quaking with pleasure, and her eyes shine brighter than they ever have before.
Reaching the cliff’s edge, I hang on by my teeth, watching with amazement as she moves her hips furiously, seeking out a release that only I can give her.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” I roar, and it’s as if my words set her off. Placing her hands against my chest, she tilts her head back and bare’s down on me, tugging the release straight from my balls. It feels like heaven being inside of her, and as we both drift down from the high, I hold her tightly to my chest, listening to the steady beat of her heart against mine.
Protect her. Cherish her.
No, I don’t know her whole story yet, but I’ll figure it out. She’ll tell me when she’s ready.
14
Jude
It is dark when I come to, I’m in bed, but I don’t remember getting here. Looking at the bedside clock, I see it’s the early hours of the morning. A moment later, I realize I’m hugged up to Lex, curled against his chest, warm and cozy, and blissfully happy about it. But that is not a feeling I want. I don’t trust anyone or anything right now. Especially after he saw me with my mother and heard the awful details of the life I had so desperately wanted to leave behind.
I try to get up and scoot away without him noticing, but, looking at his face, I see he has likely been awake the whole time.
“You’re trying to get away? Really? After last night? You couldn’t get close enough to me while you were sleeping.” He chuckles, pleased with himself.