Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I let out a harsh inhale. Every instinct in me doesn’t want to hurt her, but we both want this.
Controlling the urge to plunge into her drenched pussy, I take my time and push in slowly, taking her virginity. She cries out, and tears spring at the corner of her eyes.
“You’re crying,” I whisper, suddenly worried that I’m doing something wrong. “This isn’t right.”
She grabs my face in her hands. “This is perfect. Yes, I’m crying because it hurts. But you need to understand that it’s the most beautiful kind of pain.”
She kisses me, the kind of kiss you feel all over your body, and I pick up a rhythm that rocks me deeper into her. We have to stop a few times so her body can adjust, and the stopping and starting is sweet agony, but it builds a euphoric tension in my balls.
After a few more strokes, without warning, the tension erupts in me with mind-altering euphoria, and I know exactly what’s happening.
“Oh God, I’m going to come—”
I know I need to pull out.
We haven’t discussed precautions.
Hell, we haven’t discussed any of this.
All I know is that I’m inside her now, and what we’re doing can get her pregnant.
“No, I want you to come inside me,” she begs, tightening her thighs around my hips so I can’t pull out. There is no time to argue because, at that moment, I’m hit with earth-shattering pleasure like warm water flowing over my body, and all my pent-up desire for her bursts from me in a series of violent jerks.
Caught up in the storm, I thrust harder and harder, sliding in and out of her slippery body until my body grinds to a sudden halt, and I shudder with a final, powerful release.
It’s the most intense feeling in the world shooting out of me and into her depths.
I had read things, seen things on television, even watched things on the internet, but nothing could prepare me for the sensation coursing through my veins as I emptied inside her.
It’s like all the electricity in my brain gathered in one place and then burst across it in an extraordinarily bright light.
I pant against her warm skin, not sure if I’m ever going to come down.
Finally, I collapse against her.
“Did I hurt you?” I finally manage to speak some words.
She shakes her head. “It was magical.”
When my breathing evens, I roll onto my back, pulling her with me so she settles onto my chest. With a whimper, she melts into me, content.
We lie like that for hours, staring up at the starlit night through the broken window, talking about our future and our dreams. And when our hands find one another again, and the touching gets to be too much, I make love to her once more. This time more frantically because despite the pain and sting of me entering her again, she begs me to fuck her harder and harder, her cries ringing out into the darkness before she comes beneath me with the sweetest cry on her lips.
“Let’s run away,” she murmurs against my chest afterward. “Just you and me. Let’s pack our bags and leave.”
“You really want to leave your parents behind?” I ask, tucking her long blonde hair over her bare shoulder.
“They’ll never accept you, Ares. They’re mean and prejudiced, and it scares me.” Tears well in her beautiful blue eyes. “I’d rather die than not be with you.”
“Don’t say that, baby.” I cup her jaw.
“It’s true. Truth be told, I hope you made me pregnant with your baby so we can run away and be a family. I want it all with you, everything.”
The idea of putting my baby inside her makes me hard.
But it’s getting late, and we have to leave before her parents get home from their church meeting and find her missing.
“I don’t want to let you go,” she says after we dress, and it’s time to leave.
“It’s only for a short while. When we finish school, we’ll leave this all behind. It will be just you and me.”
“Promise?”
She looks so innocent and sweet I have to kiss her again. “I promise.”
Walking side by side, we push our bikes through the night and reluctantly head for home.
It begins to rain but instead of racing for cover beneath the bus stop, Belle lays down her bike and holds out her arms and begins to twirl in the rain shower.
I don’t know it now, but later this will be the last thing I remember—her twirling in the rain with a beautiful smile on her face.
I don’t remember what happens next because before I realize it, I’m waking up with the rain splattering against my face and a violent pounding in the back of my skull.
I’m lying on my back, and everything hurts.
Dazed, I blink against the raindrops hitting my face and try to remember what the hell happened. My head throbs, and when I reach up to touch it, blood coats my fingers.