Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
She was no longer a virgin. She had given that to Grant Reynolds.
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The following morning, Grant stood in Aria’s kitchen. She didn’t know he had woken up yet, but now he stood, watching her as she danced in his shirt, in front of the stove. Damn, he loved her ass.
Last night had been a mixture of the best and worst night of his life. She had been so fucking responsive to him. He’d taken her virginity.
Aria was now his. All his.
He’d fucked many women in his time. With every other woman he’d been gone the moment they had woken up. Actually, he’d taken off the moment he had finished fucking them.
Not with Aria. With her, he stayed.
He’d taken her virginity, claimed this woman as his own, and then, he’d seen the evidence of this being her first time. He’d felt it as well. The tightness of her pussy. The giving of her virgin flesh. He hated himself for seeing the pain in her eyes. There had been no way to stop it. It had taken all his strength to not just take, to fuck her, but he’d waited, hoping with time that the pain lessened.
Aria had smiled at him, biting her lip at the same time, telling him that it was all fine. But it wasn’t. He’d hurt her.
Grant didn’t know how long it had taken for her to get used to the feel of him inside her, but the moment she had, she started to wriggle against his dick. After that, he had fucked her, tried to make love to her, but like a horny teenager on his first time, he’d not been able to contain himself. Not when it came to Aria. He had come hard and fast. It had been over lightning-quick.
Aria had been surprised, and he had told her it was never like that. He helped to clean up the blood, soothed her pain, and he had every intention of giving her a couple of days, but then she had touched him. She had asked him for more, and they had fucked two more times before they fell asleep. She snuggled in his arms. Grant loved that, feeling her body against his.
He felt her leave him this morning. He watched her leave, pretending to be fast asleep. He loved when she picked up his shirt. Now, standing just outside the kitchen, he watched her, hypnotized by the sway of her hips.
He didn’t recognize the song on the radio. The music played and he smiled. Her hair wasn’t constrained but fell around her in waves.
Bruno, Ernie, and Wanda had already been taken out and fed. He saw the bowls were dirty on the floor.
This felt like home.
Grant didn’t know why it felt that way. Nowhere had ever felt safe to him, nor like home.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said, waiting for Aria to step away from the stove.
The moment he spoke she let out a cry and spun around. Her hand pressed against her chest. “Grant, you scared me.”
He walked into the kitchen pulling her in close. “And you looked sexy as fuck,” he said. He grabbed the curves of her ass in his hands, a little disappointed to see that she wore panties. “I like this. You wearing my clothes.”
“I’m making you breakfast.”
Grant growled against her neck, flicking his tongue against her skin. “I could eat you for breakfast.” He ran his finger across the band of her panties. “How are you feeling today? Are you sore?”
Aria groaned, pressing her face against his neck. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”
“You don’t need to be embarrassed.” He gripped the back of her neck and forced her to look at him. “Morning, beautiful.”
She smiled. “Morning, yourself.”
Her cheeks were bright red.
“I missed you,” he said.
He pressed his cock against her stomach. She gasped.
“Breakfast?” she asked.
Grant looked behind her and he stepped forward, keeping hold of Aria as he flicked the heat off the stove and the grill. “Can wait.”
He pulled Aria into her dining room and then lifted her up onto the table. Cupping her face, he took possession of her lips. Sliding his hands down, he broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt off her body. He had to have her again.
Grant couldn’t hold back the desire to plunge his cock deep inside her cunt, to fill her womb with his cum. He had to do it.
With the shirt out of the way, he pressed a kiss to her lips and then cupped her tits in his palm. He worked his thumbs across the tight nipples and then took them into his mouth, taking his time with each bead. Flicking his tongue across each peak, he ran his hands down, going to her thighs and spreading her legs, making her open them wide for him. She whimpered as he touched her clit.