Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Sloane McCormick—the gorgeous, sex-drenched goddess among humans—is nervous with a guy? With me?
I’d be flattered, except I don’t think it’s about me.
She’s been pretty damn comfortable with me from the start. We don’t try to impress each other—we give each other shit.
I stalk over to her, grab the back of her head and slam my lips down on hers.
A shudder runs through her, and then she slowly cracks open. She steps into the space between us, places her hands on my ribs.
“Hey, beautiful,” I say softly when we break the kiss. I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Is this your first time?”
She stiffens, her eyes flying to mine.
“Don’t be nervous. I’ll make it good—I promise.” I hook my forearm under her ass and lift her to straddle my waist, walking a few steps forward to lower her on the bed.
Vulnerability shows on her face, and it makes me want to slay dragons for her.
“How did you know?”
I nip her inner thigh as I slide down to position my head between her legs. “I put it together.”
I’m waiting for a protest of any kind, but all I sense is relief. She drops her head back on the bed and lets me push her thighs wide.
She’s wearing a pair of panties I saw in her drawer—a black satin G-string that’s easy to push to the side. Her pussy’s shaved bare.
For me.
I lick into her, hooking her thighs over my shoulders and molding my hands around her ass. When she jacks her hips off the bed, I delve in deeper, penetrating her with my tongue, lapping at her juices. I investigate her princess bits until I find her clit. It swells when I pull back the hood and tongue it, and she clamps her knees around my ears.
I thrash her with my tongue, swirling it around until her clit gets engorged enough for me to suck. And then affix my lips over it and pull while I slide a finger inside her.
She arches up, squeezing my finger and lets out a broken moan. “Take off your clothes, Muscles,” she orders.
I give her a smirk. “You think you’re calling the shots tonight, queeny?”
She nods. “I’m definitely calling the shots.” Her voice is husky and rich. It gets me harder than stone.
I slide my finger out.
All right, yeah. I’ll let her call the shots. It’s her show. But I pull her panties with me as I back off the bed.
She helps me, watching with heavy-lidded eyes. “Off,” she mouths.
“I heard you, princess.” I unbutton my shirt and shrug out of it, then lose the white undershirt. I leave on the dogtags because I never remove them.
She watches as I unbuckle my belt and free my erection. I do a quick search for a condom in my pocket as I step out of the pants and rip the package open.
It occurs to me she could blue-ball me again. Get me standing here with my dick in my hand and then tell me to fuck off.
But one look at her face tells me that won’t happen. Her cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy. She wants this.
I roll the condom on, keeping my gaze locked on hers. The zipper’s on the side of her dress, and I tug it down, then easily slip the sheath off her, so she’s naked.
She’s as porn-ready and beautiful as I imagined. Her tits are firm as apples with nipples that tilt up. Her belly is flat—there’s that beauty mark I noticed last night.
“You want the vibrator again?”
It’s shocking how much different I feel about it than I did last night. Now that I know there’s no boyfriend. And she’s not nearly as experienced as she pretends.
She shakes her head and eyes my dick. “I want that.”
I can’t stop the mile wide grin from stretching across my face. “Yeah?”
I crawl over her. “You think you can handle this?” I grip my cock and give it a shake. I’m teasing her because I know it will put her at ease. She’s comfortable when there’s a challenge on the table.
“Please, you’re not that big.”
I smirk. “Famous last words.”
She tries to squeeze her knees closed. “Wait, wait, wait.”
Of course, I do.
“You’re actually huge. Do we need some lube?”
I drag the head of my sheathed cock through her copious juices. “Do we, sugar? You feel pretty wet to me. But I’m happy to get slippery if you have some.”
“Nevermind. Just try it.”
She’s nervous again. I want to get her past it, so she can get off.
I pin both her wrists above her head with one hand and grip my cock with the other, lining it up with her entrance. I rock slowly, applying a little pressure until the tip slips in. Then a little more. She’s tight, but wet, and I fit. I don’t feel any barrier. A few more gentle thrusts, and I’m in, fully seated, stretching her wide. I stay deep and let her adjust.