Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44963 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“Ah,” she gasps, her eyes closed tight.
“Look at me,” I command.
She opens her eyes, watery with pleasure as she stares up, completely at my mercy, completely mine in every single way.
“Look at me while you cream all over my hand.”
She gasps again, her release flooding her panties. I can tell she’s struggling to keep her eyes open from the way they flit, and that just makes my cock even harder, my end bulge even more as precome makes my underwear sticky.
Every instinct I have is yelling at me to pull her shorts down the rest of the way, to fully explore her curvy lower half, to push her legs open and climb atop her. To fuck her. Deep and hard. Fuck her so her young body knows she can’t belong to anybody else, ever.
Once her orgasm has passed, she grabs my wrist. She pushes me away. Her hands fly to her shorts, yanking them up. She’s shaking her head. She’s just plain shaking all over. Softness touches me, a feeling I’m not used to, but my woman can summon it.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, unable to keep the gruffness out of my voice.
Newfound softness or not, there’s still the savage in me who needs to feel this woman’s horny hole wrapped around my cock.
“It’s nothing,” she whimpers.
“Tell me,” I snap. “You never have to lie to me.”
When I say never, she gasps.
I get it.
She’s probably not thinking in terms of forever or never.
“I told you I had a change of heart,” I go on, taking her hand and holding it as gently as I’m able.
There’s still fierceness in me, leftover from when I was between her legs. There are still howling impulses in me demanding that I tear off her shorts and expose her pussy, stare as it glistens with her wetness in the moonlight, then leap on her, savage her, own her.
There’s also this other side. A part of me I never knew existed. The side that wants to protect her, care for her. Her mind and her body and her heart and her everything.
“But it was more than that. When I saw you, I knew I couldn’t hurt your father. I knew I couldn’t hurt you.”
There’s more truth there, things I’m withholding, but it’s not my place. That’s for Andrew to decide.
“Why?” she whispers.
I lean close, kiss her with as much softness as I can summon. Just like with my touch, there’s still an undertone of savage ownership. It’s like my mouth wants to push forward with more aggression, to drive her against the bed, my hand returning to her soppy sex and making it even slicker.
“I just felt it,” I say, unable to share everything I feel.
“I know you want more,” she whispers, “but I can’t, not right away. It’s like there’s this… I don’t know.”
“You can try to explain,” I say.
“Not with your hands on me, I can’t,” she replies. “It fuddles my mind.”
“Fuddles?” I say, with a teasing note in my voice.
She flashes a gorgeous smile at me. “I have no idea where that came from. Fuddles? I don’t think I’ve said that before.”
I remove my hands with an effort. Maybe I can fight this lust if I use every piece of self-control I possess. Even then, it’s difficult.
“I’ve never told anybody this before, except Dad,” she says. “Are you sure you want to know?”
“Yes,” I say firmly, hoping I don’t come across as too eager.
“Well, the first thing is…” She averts her gaze. As if she ever has to be ashamed of anything with me. “I’ve never had sex before.”
“You’re a virgin,” I whisper, my balls swelling, my manhood engorging, my world flipping over and over.
I knew she was meant for me. I knew nobody else would ever get to touch her. She belongs to me, and she always will.
“Yeah,” she says. “A not-so-proud owner of a V-card.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Violet
I try to make a joke out of it when I tell him I’m the not-so-proud owner of a V- card, but I can’t hide the tension in my voice, the darkness.
My body is still aching from what we did. My sex is still so hot, and part of me wants to shut the heck up so we can do that again… and do more. I remember what he said about wanting to get me wet enough for his manhood. I could do it, take him, take every inch. I could give myself to him. No need to think about everything else—the real possibility I’ll freak if we go all the way.
The night is quiet all around us, our voices low, adding to the eerie feeling inside of me. Maybe it would just be so much easier, so much sweeter, to focus on the physical.
“A virgin,” he repeats, his voice gruff.
“You don’t have to say it like it’s a bad thing,” I murmur, even if I’ve always harbored that secret fear. The fear of being lesser for my lack of experience, deficient for never having been with a man.