Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
When Dasher told me how he felt about me, it should have sent me running. This is all so fast, but his confession ripped the lid off of my feelings for him. I’ve been pushing them down, scared to fall for him and get my heart broken. With each word he said, I knew Dasher would never break my heart because he wants it for himself.
Dasher licks and sucks between my legs, driving me insane. I had no idea oral would feel this good. Sure, I’ve heard girls talk about it before, and I’ve read it in books, but I don’t think anyone gave me the full understanding. It’s magical.
“So damn sweet,” I think I hear Dasher say. “Perfection.”
My hips jerk, and I try to press myself harder into his mouth. His big hands slip under my ass and he grabs ahold of me. Lifting me partly off the bed, he feasts on me like a starved man. All I can do is lie there and moan his name.
When he looks up and his eyes lock with mine, I lose it at the intensity I see there. He wants to devour me so that only he can ever have me. My orgasm is a hot wave of pleasure as I cum, crying out his name. I’m starting to understand why I’ve never been told how amazing this can be, because I don’t have the words to explain it either.
Dasher doesn't stop there. I try to wiggle away from him but my whole body is too sensitive and still tingles from the release. I’m not sure I can take more, but I don’t want to stop either.
“Dasher. I don’t think I can—”
“You will.” He lowers my ass back down onto the bed, but his mouth doesn't leave me.
After a moment, the feeling of it being too much fades away, and it’s replaced with want all over again.
“Don’t stop!” I find myself pleading, digging my fingers into his short hair.
His tongue slides down and presses inside of me. He thrusts it in and out, mimicking sex, and my hips start to move on their own. When his tongue slides out, he replaces it with one of his thick fingers as his mouth goes back to my clit.
“Dasher!” I tighten my hold on his hair.
I can feel I’m about to go off again just as a second finger joins in, stretching me. He sucks my clit into his mouth while his tongue flicks back and forth across it. When he hooks his fingers inside of me, I’m done for.
I start to orgasm, and Dasher’s mouth doesn't stop. I feel a small sharp pain for only a second, but it fades quickly as the climax takes over, and it’s the only thing that I can feel. I lie in the center of Dasher’s bed, not sure I’ll ever be able to move again.
My eyes flutter open when Dasher shifts and gets up from the bed. I expect him to go for his slacks, but I watch as he bends down to pick something up off the floor. When he comes back up, I see he has my panties in his hand.
He wipes his fingers across them, and then I realize he’s bleeding. I sit up to take a look and stare down at the stain.
“You’re hurt?”
“It’s not mine, sweetheart.” He bends down, kissing me softly as I wrap my arms around his neck. I try to pull him back into the bed with me, but he picks me up. “Let's get you in the bathtub.”
“What?” I ask, dazed. As wonderful as it sounds to take a bath with Dasher, I want him in bed with me more. The man told me he loved me. Now I want him to make love to me.
He easily carries me into the bathroom and places me on the counter before he turns on the water in his giant tub. He grabs a hand towel and soaks it in the warm water and wrings it out. I try not to fidget and cover myself because I’m full-on naked sitting in front of him. The bright light of the bathroom shows every inch of me, but when his heated gaze meets mine, I know there is no reason to be shy. The look in Dasher’s eyes says that he likes what he sees.
“Spread your thighs, baby.” I do without question, and he brings the towel between my legs.
It’s then I realize it’s me that was bleeding because he’d taken my virginity with his fingers. He’s so gentle as he cleans me, my eyes start to sting with tears, and one escapes.
“Eve.” He tosses the hand towel away and kisses my cheek to stop it. “Did I hurt you?”
I would not call anything about what Dasher did to me painful.
He spins around, giving me his back before I can say anything. He lets out a few curse words, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. I can tell his whole body has gone tight, so I slip off the counter and wrap myself around him. My bare breasts push into his back, and this connection feels good.