Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Without stopping, Connor gently slid a hand down the front of my panties and rubbed his fingertips against my cleft. He let my nipple free with a pop, then asked, “Is this okay?”
Was it okay?
Was he serious?
I’d never felt anything like it. “Uh huh,” I panted out, and the friction increased. A small moan escaped me and then I was pressing into that hand, desperate for more.
“Baby,” he breathed out. “I’m gonna try something, okay?”
When a single digit slipped inside me, I gasped loudly and gripped his shoulders tight enough to mark.
“You okay?”
Yeah. I was fine. It felt a little strange but so good. I didn’t respond. All I could do was grind against that finger, that being my answer.
Connor smirked, watching me through hooded eyes. “Yeah, baby. Ride it.”
When he shifted me to sit over his knee, I lowered myself, and that digit slipped in farther, pulling a quiet whimper from me.
“Is it too deep?”
Yes, it was, and it pinched terribly, but I shook my head, because if he removed it from me, I’d weep, mourning the loss. Using his knee as leverage, I rocked against him gently at first then more frantic, panting breathlessly, and I reached for the peak I didn’t feel coming until I was falling over the edge.
My back arched, my stomach clenched, and I stopped breathing. My body convulsed, my core gripping and milking Connor’s finger in a way that made me lift my head and cry out, gasping for breath. Connor pulled me down and kissed me softly, helping me back down to earth, and when my heartbeat returned to normal, I swallowed hard and looked up into his eyes.
They were smug.
I narrowed my eyes in response.
He grinned and I rolled my eyes at his swagger. When he laughed, I couldn’t help the weak chuckle that bubbled up my throat.
“I don’t think I can stand,” I whispered, only partly embarrassed.
Connor helped, rolling me onto the bed, and when he slowly removed his finger from inside of me. He looked down at it and his eyes widened. “Oh.”
His tone made me lift my head and when I saw his hand, I blanched. “Is that…?”
“Blood.” His cautious gaze met mine. “Yeah.” But then he smiled softly. “Baby, I think you popped your cherry.”
Humiliated beyond belief, I let my head fall back on the bed, covered my face with my hands and groaned painfully. Connor’s quiet laughter filled the room. “Aw, Emmy, don’t be embarrassed. Let me wash up and we’ll talk.” He left me and a couple of minutes later, I felt the bed depress, and then a warm hand was rubbing my belly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to do this anymore.”
Oh no.
I uncovered my face and blinked up at him as he towered over me. “You don’t want to do this anymore?”
“What?” he uttered as if I were a crazy person. “Look at me.” He pointed to the thick outline of his hard length. “Baby, I’m down for whatever you want. I’m just giving you the chance to bail if you want to.”
“I don’t want to bail,” I told him sincerely. And I didn’t.
“Okay,” he said, yielding. “Why don’t you go wash up and we’ll start round two?”
As fast as I could, I washed my body then jumped out of the shower and wiped myself down before hesitating at the door. I looked down at my nude form.
What was I afraid of?
Connor had seen it all. He’d literally opened me up and made out with my sex. I shouldn’t have been self-conscious and the moment I realized this, I strode out of the bathroom with my head held high.
But came up short.
Standing at the foot of the bed was Connor, and he was naked.
“You’re naked,” I breathed out.
His head snapped up and he smiled, his eyes roaming my body. “So are you.”
This was true.
I couldn’t help but stare. His erection was thick and long and looked good enough to eat.
Oh my God. What is wrong with you?
I don’t know. Connor just happened to do something for me that other men didn’t. I wanted all of him. Every single part, while I had him.
When he wrapped a hand around his length and slowly pulled on it, my lips parted, and I asked something I never thought I would. “Can I suck it?”
“Jesus Christ.” When I peered up at him, he looked to be in pain. “I’m this close to blowing my load, baby, and as much as I want that, tonight is about you.” He looked regretful. “Next time, okay?”
I smiled at his obvious struggle to keep it together. “Okay.”
“Come here, teeny thing.”
With a deep breath in, I released it slowly and made my way to him. Once I was in arm’s reach, Connor looked down at me and smiled. “Hi.”
“Hello,” I returned, trying not to laugh.