Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I taste their salty flavoring when he spears his tongue inside my mouth and drags it along the roof. He kisses me until the pain tearing through me subsides, then he slowly rocks his hips backward before thrusting back in again only a second later.
This thrust is almost as painful as his first one, but the growl it elicits from Cash makes the pain nowhere near as noticeable. When he takes me to the root of his cock, his moan rumbles through our conjoined bodies. “You’re so fucking tight.”
It is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and it drags my head out of the dark, gloomy cloud that formed as rapidly as my first orgasm. Virginity sex isn’t meant to be pretty, but I imagine it could be enjoyable if you can work through the pain.
“Yesss,” Cash hisses into my neck when I meet his next grind with more eagerness than the first two. I roll my hips in rhythm to his, meaning he sinks in a little deeper this time. “Ride me, Einstein. Take what you need.”
We repeat the slow movements of our hips over and over again, on repeat, until the tension hissing and crackling between us explodes. Then we rock faster. We move as one.
We fuck, and I love every damn minute of it.
“Pull your leg up,” Cash grunts out several pumps later. “It’ll open you up more for me.”
“More,” I pant. “I don’t think I can open more.” I feel the heat of his smile more than I see it when I add, “And I don’t think you have any more to give.”
“Trust me. This will make it feel better for the both of us.” When he props up my leg so my foot balances low on his sweaty back, he lifts his ass from the mattress, exposing another two inches of his cock his seated position hid.
“Oh god.” My eyes roll into the back of my head when he stuffs himself in deep. I didn’t think climax by penetration was possible, but the fluid and fast movements of Cash’s hips are proving a liar out of me.
I’m close to the brink, and I’m not the only one noticing.
“Fuck, Einstein.” Cash thrusts harder and faster with every grunt erupting from his mouth. “You feel so good. I’m about to lose my fucking mind.”
An orgasm rips through me without warning. My breathing turns ragged as a zap roars from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and the exhaustion overwhelming me doubles when Cash thrusts his cock deep inside me, then stills, holding me as he comes with a hoarse cry.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
As he takes a moment to come down from the euphoria pumping through his veins, Cash breathes heavily into my neck. His cock is still throbbing inside me, but the roughness of the last half of our exchange doesn’t weaken his tenderness in the slightest.
After settling his erratically panting chest with a couple of deep breaths, he stands from the bed like his legs aren’t close to pulling out from beneath him, slowly withdraws, then walks us into the attached bathroom like he is aware there’s no chance I could walk right now.
I balk when I notice streaks of vibrant red blood on the latex circling his still semi-mast cock. I bled, hence him setting me onto my feet in the shower stall.
Without an ounce of disdain on his face, he pulls off the condom, knots it, dumps it into a wastebin at the side of the vanity, then heads for the faucets hidden behind the shower curtain.
“If you don’t stop staring, Einstein, my cock will never go down.”
My insides tap dance when his cock twitches in response to my reply, “Is that a bad thing?”
He waits for my eyes to lift from his rapidly rising cock to his face before answering, “It is if I don’t handle this right.” Confusion must cross my face because he’s quick to relieve it. “I went too hard too soon.” I shake my head, but he doesn’t see it. “I was meant to take it slow.”
“And I was meant to cry into your chest while silently vowing to never have sex ever again.” His lips fight not to curl into a grin when I add, “But not even the best-laid plans work out the way we intend, do they? We are a perfect example of this.”
We—such a simple word but significantly impacting when used in the right manner.
It dawns on me how sweaty Cash is when his sweat-slicked skin teems into my nose when he joins me in the shower before curling his hand around my jaw. “We knew what we were getting into. We just had a false start.”
My cheeks hurt from their fast incline. “A false start? I like that.” I act more sexually experienced than I am when I rake my fingernails across his pecs while adding, “But thank God you don’t seem to have an issue with false starts. No one wants the race over before it’s truly begun.”