Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I glare at him. “Isn’t that my decision?”
“You just said you were waiting for the right guy.”
“I imagined it being with someone who I found hot. Someone who has proven to be kind and gentle. And for it to be romantic. You? You’re hotter than hell, and even beyond the ways you’ve touched me so far, you’re an angel with the horses. And under the setting sun that transitions into a bright night sky? I can’t think of anything more romantic than that.”
He smiles my way. “You’re right. I shouldn’t tell you what you want. I want you, and if you want me, I shouldn’t let anything else stop me.”
Except the whole engagement, boss-employee relationship, and age gap.
Stop, Lily, stop trying to talk yourself out of having something good.
“Shut up and take me, then.”
“Oh, I will,” he says, punctuating it with a brief kiss. “But I’m going to do everything in my power to make it special for you.”
His hands go down my form, all of it so warm and intense, leaving me breathing heavy. He licks my tits, the simple bliss of that so good, but that’s not where he wants to land. Across my abdomen, his hands massaging my thighs as his lips come between my spreading legs.
I had thought guys needed prodding to do such a thing, that I should expect more selfishness out of a lover. But Jack needs no encouragement to give without getting. He kisses me on my clit, the electricity and lightning shooting through me so intensely. He won’t stop there. He sets a gradual and powerful pace as his tongue lays the lashes on me, showing such tender care to my center.
There is a steady, rising tide of sensation within me as he laps my slit, and I writhe so delicately beneath him. His hands shoot up my body, paying attention to everything, not just the most sensitive parts as he lays his worshiping of me on thicker and stronger. My heart pounds harder, and I writh beneath him as the intensity of it all fills my form, overwhelming every nerve inside of me. I never imagined something could feel this good, and it wasn’t as if I was completely oblivious and never explored my body.
Jack is just something special though. He knows how to touch me down there, knowing how to stir me just right as I cry out beneath him. Every sound I make is a signal for him to take me harder and harder, and soon I’m moaning for him so completely. The pleasure comes at me so steady, then sends me right over the edge until I’m screaming for him.
The pulsing, pounding pressure of it all is so potent, and I’m soon lying beneath him covered in cold sweat, looking up at him, seeing a delightful grin on his face, him so very pleased with himself. “That a good start for you, darlin’?”
I nod enthusiastically.
He crawls up my body, giving me another loving kiss. “Now I’m going to claim you. Make you mine, and make it so you never forget me.”
I nod even more. “Please. Give it to me. I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”
Between us, I see his length. How hard and strong it is for me, how badly he wants to give it to me. It’s bigger than I expected, but I have complete trust in Jack to take care of me. He’s been so gentle so far, there was no reason to expect for him to be anything else.
“Is it safe?” he whispers in my ear.
I nod. I appreciate the courtesy. I want him, yes, but my lust hasn’t made me that oblivious to the risks that come with indulging it.
His cock rubs against my mound, spiraling down toward my waiting sex, so wet and ready for him. Jack gives me another glance, another chance to have second thoughts about all this. Again, I’m no fool. I’ve wanted this man ever since he gingerly rode up into my life. I wasn’t going to give him up now.
With my affirmation, he brings the head of his cock to my entrance, and gently begins to push himself in. The whole time he’s watching me intently, so driven to not hurt me.
Feeling him enter is so overwhelming, hardly what I expected as I fantasized in the past week, but that doesn’t mean it was by any means bad. He holds my hands tight as he goes deeper and deeper, and I’m expecting some terrible jolt of pain like all the TV shows and movies had suggested.
It never comes.
Instead, I simply feel all of him. Deep within me, us together, close as two people could ever hope to be. It’s powerful, but by no means uncomfortable.
“Nice to see that your body wants me as much as your mind.”