Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Look at you,” he whispers. “Sweating, moaning, coming like you can’t breathe. Have you ever felt like that before?”
I shake my head, dazed.
“I didn’t think so.” He pulls me up and takes my hair, guiding my mouth to his cock. “Clean it off.”
I lick him top to bottom. I suck him until every drop of my slick pussy’s gone from his shaft.
But he’s not done with me. He sits back and pulls me into his lap again and I straddle him, uncertain, not sure what I should do, but he guides me with his hands. He makes me slide down him, taking his thick cock between my legs, and I shudder with total bliss as my back arches. His firm grip keeps me on pace and I follow his lead like we’re in a dance. Sweat rolls down my back. Moans and whimpers escape my lips. He’s big, too big, and I’m torn to pieces, and I never want to be put back together again.
“Nice and slow,” he coos, and I begin to move. “That’s right, up and down. Move your hips like you’re dancing, good girl, just like that. Fuck, Cora, your pussy is gorgeous. I want to sink myself into your silky bliss forever, you know that? Go ahead, keep riding. Come here, bite my lip.” I do it and he pulls my hair in response. He slaps my ass hard and the stinging pain wakes something up in me. I begin to ride faster, panting as he sucks my nipples and bites them.
“You like it when it hurts, don’t you?” he asks and spanks me again. “You like it when I make it sting.” He spanks me twice more and I’m moaning, my mouth hanging open, my pussy buzzing and my brain swirling as another orgasm builds. “Fuck, you’re perfect, my little Cora. Keep riding my cock. I want to come deep between your legs, and I want to stare into your eyes while I do it.”
I obey him, going faster, faster, working my hips and using my back, slamming down his shaft. I don’t care if it hurts, I don’t care if I’m losing my mind and getting fucked outside in his back yard, I don’t care about anything but the orgasm that’s right on the tip of my tongue. He kisses me and buries his mouth on my lips and I moan and moan and finally explode on his shaft again, shuddering and shaking, but this time he doesn’t let me stop. He pins my arms back, holds me against his chest, and fucks me savagely, slamming into my pussy until he comes in thick spurts between my legs.
I collapse in a puddle of pleasure and bliss, and he holds me tight. We’re naked, glistening, sweating in the moonlight, and his eyes are cloudy with post-orgasm haze, but his smile is so disarming that I grin right back.
“Good girl,” he whispers and kisses me. “Very good fucking girl.”
I stay there, eyes closed, listening to his breath, feeling his heart racing against mine. I should get dressed and go back inside. I should get in my truck and drive the hell away from here. I lost my virginity to the man that ruined my life in his back yard in the middle of the night, and I should be freaking out.
Instead, I hold onto him and don’t move an inch, and pretend like none of that other stuff exists.
There’s only me and him right now.
Chapter 16
Cora
Snippets of the night before flash through my mind: Nolan’s lips, his fingers, his tongue, his cock deep between my legs, the supple pain of him sliding in and out stretching me in half, his palm over my mouth, the orgasms ripping through me.
His strong arms carrying me back inside.
His lips against my ear: Sleep in my bed. And my sleepy reply: Not tonight, but soon.
His gentle hands as he tucked me in and kissed my cheek.
It feels like a dream now, and I can’t decide if it’s a nightmare or not.
But there’s an ache deep in my core, and that’s how I know it all really happened.
And that’s how I know I want it to happen again.
More than anything, I feel right when his lips are pressed against mine, like all the madness of the past few days can disappear for a while at least.
I shower, brush my teeth, and head downstairs. It’s early and Nolan’s bedroom door is still shut. I find Kady already up and drinking coffee, which isn’t really like her, she normally likes to sleep as late as humanly possible, but I’m too frazzled to worry about it.
“Morning,” she says, smiling at me. “Sweet dreams last night?”
I smile at our inside joke. Sweet dreams last night was code for, did Momma’s boyfriend keep to himself? It’s awful, black humor, but somehow it morphed into the way we greet each other most mornings. “Sweet like always.” I grab some coffee. “You?”