Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Come on, handsome. I’m sure you rip clothes off women all the time.” She reaches up and her finger traces the hair along my jaw before she grabs a handful off it. Yeah, I’m never shaving again; I like her grabbing onto me like that.
“I don’t recall ever ripping clothing off of a woman before,” I admit. Fuck, I can’t even remember the last time I’d been with a woman, let alone who it was. When I was younger and just started getting my hands dirty, I played, but as time went on I quit that shit fast.
I don’t think I’m cocky when it comes to my looks, but I know I attract a lot of female attention. Add that to the fact that I don’t treat women like shit like a lot of the men do in the places I hang out. Women would get attached to me, and then I’d still end up hurting them. That was something I took no pleasure in. I’ve been keeping to myself since, focusing instead on stacking my bank account. My hand did the job just fine when I needed the release, and that approach came with fewer problems.
I’d always wanted to settle down one day, but I knew I had to get my hands clean. That was something I planned to do after this score, but sweet little Tessa stumbled into my life a few weeks before I was ready. She fell right into my path, and there’s no turning around now. The goal is still the same, there are just a few added parts to it now. And the end goal is bigger and better than I could have ever dreamed of. No, I didn't think perfection and sweet innocence like her even existed.
“Oh, I can be your first.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “You can be my first, too.” She parts her legs, and I can’t stop myself from looking as she shows her simple white underwear. I thought maybe having too many meetings in the back of strip clubs had jaded me. I’ve seen women in what’s supposed to be the sexiest lingerie, but the sight of her in simple white panties has me wanting to cum in my pants.
I know the truth, though. It’s not about what she’s wearing. It’s her. Everything about her seems to do this to me. This little curvy slip of a girl can turn me inside out without even trying. No games or batting her eyelashes coyly at me. It’s simply her. Everything about her just does it for me. She’s utterly perfect. Like she’s made for me. Made to drive me utterly crazy.
“I’d be your first what?” I bait her, wanting to hear her say it. She parts her legs a little more, showing me her panty-covered pussy.
“Everything. Go ahead. Ruin me.” She giggles again, and I’m not sure what to make of her comment.
Ruin her. I like and hate the idea all at once.
“I’d never ruin you.” Make her want only me? Fuck yes. But ruin her? Never. It already kills me that I might jade her a little. She’s so trusting and sweet. I’d hate for her to lose that. I hate that I might be the one to make her lose that.
If only I’d met her another way. She could have kept all the innocent trust she has because she’d have me to protect her and to shield her from everything that could shatter it. Make sure nothing touched her so she could keep it.
Her hand drops from my face and runs down my chest. I lean into her hand, liking her touch.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d ruin me. I think I could cum just looking at you.” She keeps running her hand over my chest and brings her other hand up to join in. Fucking hell, she’s so cute when she’s drunk. Gone is the shy girl, and in her place is someone who doesn’t think before she speaks, and I love it. I love the shy blush that hits her cheeks, but I enjoy this just as much.
“What if I told you that you’d already ruined me?”
“Liar. Take off your shirt. I want to see how far those tattoos go.” She’s changing the subject, even when she doesn’t realize she’s doing it. My girl seems to have a problem with thinking she isn’t hot or some shit, but we’ll work on that over time. She’ll soon see how fucking serious I am about us. She won’t have a doubt her in mind about the lengths I’ll go to to have her.
Actions speak louder than words, and she’ll be seeing that very soon.
Reaching over my head, I grab the collar of my shirt and pull it up and off, giving her what she asked for.
Her sharp inhalation makes me want to puff out my chest. She wiggles around, still rubbing her hands all over me. I need to get her under the covers and asleep before I have her legs over my shoulders, with me in between them.
I won’t risk her not remembering our first time together. I want her to remember every detail of it. I want to hook her into me and show her all the ways I can please her. I want to give her what she needs.
I reach down and tug at her dress again. “I hate this fucking thing.”
“You don’t like it? I thought I looked sexy for once.” She pouts up at me, her bottom lip sticking out, making me want to bite it.
“You're always sexy.” I grab the top of the dress and do as she suggested. I rip it. “But I don’t like other people seeing you with so few clothes on.”
She gasps as the material easily comes apart in my hands, leaving her in just her panties. I throw the dress behind me, not caring where it lands.
“Holy shit, that was hot. Can we do it again?” Her wide eyes are filled with excitement.