Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
I’m not all that experienced, but I’m experienced enough to know that I like a larger cock.
And Brendan Murphy?
He’s perfection.
He slides out of me once more and then thrusts back in. Already I’m nearing the precipice once more. His gorgeous auburn pubes hit my clit with each thrust. Just a few more, and—
“Oh my God!”
The climax rips through me, surprising me. I knew I was going to come again, but this one caught me completely off guard.
“That’s it, baby.” He plunges harder, faster. “You come again. Come for me.”
Harder and faster still.
The burn… Oh, the burn…
My orgasm continues, and just when I think I’m ready to stop, he thrusts into me, I feel him release, and he hits my clit at another angle, starting a third orgasm.
We come together.
Together we soar.
And for just a moment, I am completely swept away.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
BRENDAN
She’s so tight.
So perfectly tight and sweet.
And coming inside her?
As amazing as I always knew it would be.
What is it about this woman?
What is it about Ava Steel?
I don’t know, but she’s my perfect match.
Already I feel like she is the last person I’ll ever come inside. I’m gone. Completely pussy-whipped, except it’s much more. I don’t want to scare her, so I can’t tell her this.
But I know. Deep within my soul, I’m positive.
She pulls me close to her, wraps her legs over my hips.
“My God…” she says.
“Amazing,” I reply.
“That’s not even enough to describe it.”
“We’re not even close to done,” I tell her. “There’s so much more I want to do with you.”
“Oh?” She closes her eyes and smiles. “Tell me. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“I want to kiss every inch of your body. Every fucking inch. I want to slide my dick between your sweet lips. I want to eat you again. I want to turn you over and slide my tongue between the cheeks of your ass.”
She gasps.
Have I gone too far?
Hell, she asked.
“But Ava… I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“I want it, Brendan. I want it all.”
“We’ll get there. I promise.”
“Mmmm…” She closes her eyes. “I can’t wait.”
Then a soft snore.
She’s fallen asleep with me still embedded inside her.
Oh, sweet Ava. I slowly detach myself from her and cover her flushed body with her blankets.
Should I stay?
I can’t just leave. Not without waking her up, and I don’t want to do that. I suppose I could leave a note, but that’s so impersonal.
I don’t want anything about this encounter to be impersonal, so I won’t wake her up. Something tells me she needs this sleep. This pure relaxation.
I’ll stay here. Sleep beside her. If she wakes up in the middle of the night and asks me to leave? Then I’ll leave, of course. But I won’t leave without her knowing I’m leaving.
This woman means something to me. Something very special, and I don’t want to screw it up.
I give her a chaste kiss on the cheek and then make myself comfortable on the other side of her queen-size bed.
I’ve got a king-size bed at my place. I’m a big guy, and I like to move around.
Correction. I had a king-size bed at my place. Before it was trashed.
Being so close to Ava Steel on a queen-size bed isn’t a horrible thing. It’s kind of nice. I’m not a cuddler, but part of me wants to pull her to me, snuggle into her.
But I don’t know if she would want that, so I turn away from her, slide my arm underneath the pillow, and settle in.
Usually I can fall asleep easily after an orgasm, but for some reason, sleep eludes me tonight. I’m a bit nervous, which is unlike me. I haven’t dated a lot in the last year, but I certainly know my way around a woman.
I’ve been crushing on Ava Steel for months now.
I hope I didn’t ruin the possibility of something more with her. I know the rules. Never sleep with a woman on the first date—unless you don’t want a second date.
I ruminate. Relive the beauty of our joining and hope like hell I haven’t screwed up something amazing.
Until I finally drift to sleep an hour later.
I wake up to the sun streaming through the window in Ava’s bedroom.
She let me spend the night.
Maybe she’s not awake yet. I sit up in bed and rub the sleep out of my eyes.
To my astonishment, the bed is empty.
“Ava?”
I get up and find my underwear on the floor. I pull them on and pad out of the bedroom to Ava’s kitchen.
Nothing.
No pot of coffee made. Maybe Ava doesn’t drink coffee. She doesn’t sell it at her bakery.
“Oh, of course,” I say out loud.
Ava’s at the bakery. It’s Saturday morning, and she’s working. She has to get up early to get the day’s bake started.
What time is it anyway? I head back into the bedroom, find my jeans, and grab my phone out of my pocket. Damn. It’s nearly ten a.m.