Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“I have to be honest with you,” he said and broke away, his breathing harsh, the tip of his cock still at my entrance.
Maybe I should have been worried about where this was going, but all I felt was his need for me.
“Okay,” I said softly and cupped his jaw, reveling the feeling of his hard, square jaw and the light scruff under my palm.
“I’ve never done this before.”
At first, I wasn’t sure what he was saying, and then it clicked right into place, and I felt a different kind of warmth fill me.
I smiled softly and lifted my head so I could brush my lips against his. “Me neither,” I whispered.
He groaned and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. I wanted to say so much, how I was so pleased he was the one to take my virginity, how it made me deliriously happy he was giving me his. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I wanted him as mine and only mine. But the words were lodged in my throat, and so I kissed him, hoping he could feel how much I cared for him with that kiss.
He cupped one side of my face, leaned in, and kissed me, and kissed me again and again, his lips soft, his movements like he made love to me. He did this for so long I felt drugged, sated and loose, warm and ready for him. And that’s when I felt the blunt head of his cock start to push into me.
The stretch and burn were like nothing I ever imagined, nothing I could ever envision. It took my breath away, had me tensing, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.
“Try to relax for me.” His words were as tight as I felt in that moment, but I tried to do as he asked, realizing once I did that it was a little less uncomfortable. “Jesus, Delilah. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so tight, so hot and wet… so perfect.”
He pushed inch after inch into me, my hymen now gone, my virginity his forever. The same as his was mine.
“Mine,” he murmured. “You're mine.”
The way he spoke, coupled with his deep voice inflamed me even more. As if my body had a mind of its own, I lifted my hips to take more of him. I needed more of him. The movement caused Mal to slide farther into my body, and we both gasped in pleasure as he went in deeper.
“God,” he gritted out, his jaw tight, his muscles strained. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m having one hell of a time controlling myself.”
I tried to get air into my lungs, my head fuzzy, my body tingling. “I’m fine, Mal. I’m fine.” Although there was pain, I didn’t want to stop. “Don’t stop. Please.” I didn't care that I begged.
He groaned once before he gripped my hips tightly and thrust into me until he was buried all the way, our bodies locked at the most intimate, sexual parts of us. He stilled, allowing me to get used to the intrusion, this thickness lodged in me that took my breath away. But even with all the sensations swirling around me, I felt our combined passion circulating in me, through me… around us.
I couldn't deny the burning sensation of his penetration, the stretching, being filled to the max by Mal. Not only did it take my breath away and have my eyes watering, but there were so many other feelings and emotions moving through me that any discomfort was severely dimmed in comparison.
My pussy clenched around him, and he jerked as if he couldn't help it. “Christ,” he gritted out once, still buried to the hilt in my body.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock. With every spasm my inner muscles made, Mal moaned in response.
“Delilah.” He didn’t even sound like himself, not with what the arousal was doing to his voice. “You’re so fucking tight, so hot and wet for me.” He exhaled harshly. “I’ve thought about doing this with you so many times I lost count.” He pulled out only an inch and pushed right back in. A shiver coursed through me. “I jerked off to the image of you like this, the pictures in my head, how you’d feel.” His big body shook atop mine as he retreated just an inch and shoved back in, groaning. “Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the reality of it.”
I panted, Mal so big, thick, and long that there wasn’t any part of me he wasn't touching.
He pulled back and looked down at my face, kissing me softly before murmuring, “Are you okay?”
I nodded, because I couldn’t find my voice, but smiled because I didn't want him to think I couldn’t handle this.