Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44127 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
He storms through the house, barely looking where he’s going as he kisses me deeply. We crash through the doors of his study, half falling over each other as we stagger to the couch and fall into it. He groans, spreading my legs and kissing me as he grinds that fat erection against my pussy. He kisses me deeply, and I feel him reach down with one hand and tug his boxers down. I whimper, and when I feel his hot, hard, thick, throbbing cock brush against my thighs, I know there’s nothing I want more in this world.
I’ve never done this. I’ve never even come close to going this far before. But I know without a second’s hesitation that I want it. I know I want him. Right now, right here, and until I’m his.
He pulls back, and when my eyes drop down his abs and then lower, my jaw drops.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, my cheeks going red as my gaze locks on his cock. His huge, thick, enormous cock. It hangs heavy in the air between us—throbbing and dripping glistening precum down his shaft. He groans as he moves into me, kissing me slow and deep and making me whimper as he takes hold of his cock and strokes the swollen crown against my lips.
I know I should tell him. But I don’t want him to stop, and part of me knows he will if I blurt out that I’m a virgin. I know he will, actually. We’re both already totally aware of how wrong and how fucked up this is. But I know that throwing “virgin” into the mix will push this from “we shouldn’t” to “we won’t.”
I spread my legs, and he groans as he kisses me deeper as he nudges the thick head of his cock right against my opening. I stiffen, my breath catching as I wait for him to push inside to take me, when suddenly, he freezes.
My eyes swivel up to his, worry on my face.
“What—what’s wrong?”
His brow furrows, his eyes darting over mine before he slowly opens his mouth.
“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
I swallow, nodding quickly. “Yep.”
He brow darkens, and his eyes lock on mine.
“Brynn.”
“Lots of time,” I blurt out.
He just looks at me, his eyes piercing into me so intensely that instantly, I know he can see the truth. And I know he knows I’m lying.
“Are you a virgin?” he breathes, concern on his face.
No. No, no, no. I can feel him pulling back, the savage lust in him waning as he frowns.
“No, I—I mean, I’ve… uh…”
He pulls away from me, his eyes blazing as he shakes his head slowly.
“Fuck me,” he breathes, looking away as he shoves a hand through his hair.
“Wait, Colton—”
He stands, tugging his boxers back up over his big dick as he turns away from me. And something crumbles inside of me.
“Wait, please,” I breathe. “Colton, I want this.”
“Brynn, this is fucked,” he growls, turning, his eyes blazing wildly. “This is already fucked and wrong and makes me feel like I’m a monster—”
“You’re not!” I whimper. “Colton, I want this!”
“You don’t know what you want!” he grunts, whirling and striding across the room to the bar cart. His shoulders heave as he grabs a bottle and pours himself a drink, slugging it back and growling.
“Yes,” I say flatly. “And I want you.”
“For your first fucking time?” he hisses, shaking his head, his back to me as he pours other splash of booze into his glass.
I stand, my heart racing as I move towards him.
“I know you think you want this, angel,” he says quietly. “But you’re confused.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Then you’re making a mistake.”
“No,” I murmur, moving right into him until I mold my body to his muscled back. He groans, his muscles tightening as I press my soft lips to his skin.
“No, I’m not.”
He shakes his head. “I won’t do this, Brynn. I won’t let myself take that from you.”
“Why not?”
“Because this still feels like you think you owe me,” he growls quietly. “For my help. For me letting you stay here.”
I shrug. “Then I’ll go back to the dorms right now, and we owe each other nothing. Problem solved.”
He growls lowly, shaking his head. “With those assholes looking for you? Hell no.”
“Then I’m staying,” I say quietly. My pulse thunders as I press my lips to his back, kissing him gently as I feel him groan and stiffen. My pulse quickens, and my hands slide to his waist. Colton growls quietly, and when I push one hand down over his grooved hip until my fingertips brush the front waistband of his boxers, his muscles tighten.
“What are you doing, Brynn,” he breathes.
“This.”
I slide my hand into his boxers, my heart about jumping into my throat a I push lower. And when my fingers find his thick, big cock, I gasp quietly into his back. My hand curls around him, my fingers not even close to touching around his girth. And slowly, I start to stroke.