Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
And I’m equally sure that she’s meant to be mine from now on, spotting her like I did, having her fall into my lap, literally.
It’s all a sign pointing to better and bigger things to come.
“Rocco… Rocco,” she whimpers, her whole body tense before she convulses in waves of her first climax.
First one ever, by the feel of it…Jesus, I think I’m about to come without even touching her with my dick.
She’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
Her smooth, thick body smashed against my rock-hard frame is like a force of nature.
Like foam breaking on rocks, and with just as much intensity, I can tell at once that Jasmine’s been needing a good tongue lashing for some time.
I’m not complaining, feeling my girl’s body quiver for me. Tasting her as she feeds my already growing need for her essence, I make sure that her first and potent climax isn’t her last.
We’ve got more than all night if she wants.
“Rocco,” she gasps again, gripping at my hair and my shoulders to get my attention.
Moving up some, I kiss her hard on the mouth. Smiling once I know she can taste herself, how I taste her.
Wanting to add my own flavors to the mix already.
“I’m gonna fill you so full of me, Jasmine,” I tell her with fair warning, but I can see something else is on her mind.
“Jasmine?” I ask, concerned. “What is it? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
She shakes her head, but I can feel something come over her that doesn’t make her groan my name.
“I’ve never done this before,” she says quietly, so quiet I can hardly hear her.
Hugging her elbows, and shifting in the seats makes me think she doesn't want this anymore.
That maybe it was too good to be true about an older guy and a younger girl like her.
“I mean, I’ve never done it. With anyone…not even myself,” she says, downhearted and starting to cover herself with her sweater before my hand meets hers.
Making sure she stays just the way I want her right now.
Naked and within my reach.
“You mean?” I ask cautiously, not really sure what to say.
Only because I’m worried if I open my mouth, I’ll shout for joy.
She gives a solemn nod of her head, but I can’t contain my relief a moment longer.
I kiss her hard on the lips again, and practically shaking her by the shoulders, I tell her how happy that makes me.
“Why is being a virgin a great thing?” she asks, looking puzzled.
I cup one of her heavy breasts in my hands, and explain, kissing her neck between words.
“Jasmine, listen,” I demand, taking her elbows in my hands, suddenly feeling nervous, charged with responsibility somehow.
I mean, it’s a big deal to do what we’re doing, but her first time ever?
“I think I owe you an apology,” I tell her.
“Wanting you the second I saw you was selfish, and me being me, well…Well, I just figured that Rocco Martinelli can have whatever he wants. He just has to reach out and take it,” I explain.
“But your first time is special. Sacred, really, and I won’t just have some clumsy fumbling in a car seat. Not for you, Jasmine. You’re mine, remember? And that means forever. Starting tonight.”
She sits wide-eyed for a moment, then creasing her mouth a little, she asks me, “Surely we could have some clumsy fumbling in the folded seat of a car?”
Her expression and her glasses all fogged up mean I can’t help but smile, and before we know it, we’re both laughing.
I'm laughing like I just know neither of us has ever laughed before because we’ve never dared to. Or, most likely, we never found quite the right people whom we could just be ourselves with.
“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she finally says after we simmer down. “I just thought you should know. I’m not very experienced with all this stuff,” she adds, blushing harder until I pull her close. I pull her sweater back over her chest and peck the top of her head.
“I’m glad you told me,” I admit, figuring now’s as good a time as any for my own confession.
“I won’t lie, Jasmine. Not to you, now or ever,” I explain. “But I was kinda gonna let them think that you really were Maria Portello. But only long enough so we could both escape….”
Knitting her brow, I figure she’s angry, but she’s not.
Just confused.
“Why would you want to escape your own family?” she finally asks, making me feel like an idiot.
Until a few hours ago, the girl who was unemployed and about to be homeless is told someone like me wants out from their wealthy, powerful family.
It probably does sound nuts, but it’s the truth. And although I’m no good with words, I tell her as much.
“You ever…ya know. Kill anyone?” she asks once I’ve outlined my main reasons for wanting out.