Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I loop my arms around his neck and pull him down to me. His lips meet mine, and I thought I’d be grossed out by the taste of myself on him, but honestly, it brings my desire to a whole other level.
I think it does the same for him. He groans as he pulls his mouth off mine and nuzzles against my neck. “Ben.”
“Yeah, honey?”
“Are you… are we going to… you know?”
He lifts away from me far enough so he can see my face. “Fuck yeah. Honey, I don’t plan on stopping until you’re coming on my cock.”
My face heats at his crude words but not because I’m embarrassed. It’s like he knows exactly what I want.
I slide my leg from underneath him, and with a little wiggle, I have his hips encased with mine. I take a deep breath and hold it. “I’m ready.”
His thumb grazes back and forth on my cheek. “You know if you don’t want to do this…”
His voice trails off, but I know what he’s thinking. He’s wanting me to know that even though he paid for it, I don’t have to have sex with him. Not if I’m not ready. But the truth is, I’m more than ready. Since the night I met him, I knew then he was the one what I wanted to be with. Of course, I imagined more than one night or in this case, more than one weekend, but there’s no way I’m walking away now. I’d never forgive myself.
I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his hard girth. He’s big, and I swear it gets even bigger as I hold on to him firmly. “I want this, Ben. I want you to be my first.”
His hips surge, and he positions himself between my thighs. He grips on to my waist with one hand and wraps his other hand around himself. He strokes it once, and I move myself over, wanting to feel him inside me.
He strokes himself again, and I lift my hips to meet his. “Please,” I beg him.
He slowly enters me and stops a few inches in. His hand pats me on my lower belly. “Breathe.”
I let out a whoosh of air, and at the same time, he plunges into me in one big thrust. He fills me up. The pain is quick and swift, but I don’t dwell on it. My eyes are glued to his, and he’s watching me. He knows the instant I want more because he slowly starts to move inside me. In and out, he glides through my swollen, slick core.
It’s too much. All of it is too much, and I clench my eyes shut as he gyrates in and out of me. My eyes pop open when he stops. “Don’t—”
He cuts me off as he hovers over me. “I don’t want to stop, but I need your eyes on me, Maggie.”
I nod, and without blinking, I stare up at him.
It’s like the look he’s giving me is a whole story. In his eyes, I see everything he’s wanting to say to me but doesn’t put the words to. His hands grip my hips, and he pulls me up, hitting me in a different spot. My whole body responds to the pleasure that erupts inside me. My nails dig into his arms as he thrusts in and out of me. “Yes, oh fuck, Ben, yes.” I scream gibberish to him, but it’s like I can’t form a coherent thought. I’ve never felt pleasure like this, and I don’t want it to stop.
He’s relentless as he drives into me. “Come for me, Maggie. Come on my cock.”
The dirty words he’s grunting at me along with the way his rod hits me in just the right spot puts me over the edge, and I do what he asks. My pussy spasms, clenching him as he erupts inside me with a loud bellow.
He falls down on top of me, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, holding him to me. He tries to wrench free and pull some of his weight off me, but I don’t let him. “No, don’t move yet.”
He leans back enough to look at my face. “I need to clean you up. And you’re going to be sore.”
I rub my nose along his cheek with a sigh. “It was worth it.”
I feel his cheek widen with a grin. “Fuck yeah, it was.”
We both catch our breaths, lost in thought and wrapped in each other’s arms. He reluctantly pulls out of me, and I grimace at the brief bout of pain. I thought I could hide my discomfort, but he notices it right away.
He grabs on to my arm and lifts me up into a sitting position. “Shower, let’s go.”
I want nothing more to curl up in his bed, but a hot shower is probably what I need right now. I follow him into the bathroom, and insecurity hits me in the face. After we shower, is he going to take me home? We didn’t talk about afterward. Heck, we really didn’t talk a lot about what’s next, but I know that I don’t want to ruin what we have going right now. Nope, I’m going to just enjoy it and see where the night takes us.