Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
His lips left mine as he worked his way across my jawline, down my neck, and over my breasts. I couldn’t think straight. This man had taken all sense of being away from me.
With no warning, he lifted me up, his hands gripping my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, moaning as his hard cock met my throbbing cunt. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he huskily rasped, his breath fanning across my neck. “I can’t wait; I want you—now.”
He moved back some, and with half-lidded eyes, I watched as he grabbed his cock and pressed the tip to my soaked pussy lips. I didn’t have time to warn him about my virginal status before he ripped through the barrier.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder, biting back a scream of pain as tears filled my eyes and spilled over onto my cheeks. I dug my nails into his shoulders, releasing his now bleeding shoulder from my teeth.
My eyes locked on his. Travis’s eyes were wide as they met mine, and shock was displayed all over his features. “You’re a virgin?” he asked, his voice filled with astonishment—like it wasn’t possible for a “biker whore” like me to still be a virgin.
“I was until about thirty seconds ago,” I muttered, my voice breaking with the pain.
He cradled my face in his hands and wiped my tears away. I was a little taken aback by his show of compassion. This wasn’t the Travis I was coming to know.
“Don’t cry,” he pleaded, his words softening my heart. “I promise that you’re going to enjoy this.”
I nodded. He leaned his head down and captured my nipple between his teeth, gently biting and swirling his tongue around it. His hand fondled the other as he slowly moved out and pushed back in. I hissed, my nails biting into his shoulders again. But he kept laving his tongue over my nipple as he eased in and out, and soon, I began to adjust to his size.
And the pleasure increased ten-fold.
His name left my lips in a breathy moan before I could stop myself. He felt so good inside of me. I didn’t think that sex could ever feel this good; not from the stories I had heard from the Sweetbutts at the club anyway.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned, his lips moving up and sucking on my neck. My pussy clenched around him. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I could barely focus on anything he was saying; an orgasm was getting ready to sweep over me, and it was all I could focus on. I needed to reach it. I begged him to go harder and faster. I wanted all of him; I wanted him to consume me.
He unwrapped my legs from around his hips, and he held me up against the wall with his hands beneath my thighs. He slammed into me over and over again, going deeper now that my legs were open wider. I cried out in pleasure, throwing my head back against the wall. That orgasm was ready to rip me apart at the seams. “Travis,” I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulder, “I think . . .”
His lips met mine, and his teeth sank into my bottom lip, drawing blood. The rush of pain sent me over the edge. Nothing was holding me back. I cried out his name as my body shook from the sheer force of that climax. I clung desperately to his neck, trying to find some type of grounding during the explosion. I felt him throb inside of me as he came, too.
I dropped my head onto his shoulder, my breathing labored. He lowered us to the floor of the shower and sat down, holding me on his lap, letting the warm water run over us.
I wasn’t sure if I could move.
“Fuck, I’ve never had sex that great in my life,” he finally uttered, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
I sighed. “I can’t believe I just lost my virginity in a shower,” I muttered. I’d held onto my virginity for so long just to lose it to my fucking kidnapper.
Granted, he was hot as hell, but still.
He opened his eyes and looked down at me. “If I’d known you were a virgin, I would have taken you to bed instead of taking you in the shower. No matter how much of a bitch you are, you at least deserved that much.”
I shrugged and stood up. I didn’t need him getting mushy on me. Nothing changed between us even though we’d had sex. I still couldn’t stand him; he still pissed me off. I really didn’t want anything to do with him. “Doesn’t matter,” I finally replied after I had gotten up and made sure that I was steady on my feet. “I’m still just a whore to you, no matter what,” I said, throwing his words back at him.