Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
"First of all, I'd never do something like that. I don't cheat and I don't lie. Second, you're the first and the last woman to touch this cock. It's yours just as your cunt is mine. Third, I don't really think I need a third, do I?" She shakes her head. "Are things starting become clear, Nina? I've been in love with you for over a year. I patiently waited for you to turn eighteen, but I'm done waiting." She doesn't say anything for a few minutes. I worry that I've scared her, not that I'd let her leave me, but still I worry.
"I love you too, Karl. So much," she says climbing over the center console. Thank God. I take her lips in a deep kiss. She melts into me. There's no fucking way our first time will be in the car. Somehow, I manage to get out of the car while carrying her. I set her down next to me by the front door. Once inside, I drag her to the bedroom. She can take the tour later. She kicks her little heels off and turns her back to me.
"What do you need?" I ask, kissing her neck.
"Unzip me, please," she says. Slowly. I pull the zipper down her back, my knuckles grazing every vertebra on my way down. She turns back to face me, then purposefully shimmies out of the dress. Her full gorgeous tits are on display for me. No bra, just soaked panties.
"Take them off, Nina," I growl. Instantly, she does as I ask, which causes me to grin. Placing her hands on her hips, she spins for me. Her ass is a work of art. One I'll surely worship again and again.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Karl. Let me help you," she says stalking toward me. She goes for my tie first. She runs it through her fingers seductively. "The first day I met you, your tie was undone. Your hair was a mess. You have no idea how hard I wished it was me you were fucking in your office. I wanted to be that girl." She unties my tie and tosses it.
"There was no girl, Nina. I told you, you are the first and last. The only." I kiss her again.
"I know that now, Mr. Thorne, but I didn't that day. I hated the thought of you with someone else. Hated it." She unbuttons my shirt and pulls my jacket and the shirt off at the same time, her long fingertips grazing my arms as she does. My cock is so hard I can feel it leaking in my boxers. I am never going to be able to make this last. Fuck, do I want it to.
"I remember the day as well. We had just lost a major trucking partner. I was stressed out. Then I walked out of my office and there you were. Sitting there like a gift from God." She fumbles with my belt but finally manages to get it open as well as the button on my pants. I take over, shoving my pants, boxers, socks, and shoes off my body.
"I'm sorry you were stressed," she says smiling at me softly. Her kind eyes shine for me.
"Ancient history. I get the feeling I'll never be stressed again." She grins at me.
“Or you’ll be stressed, and I’ll be the relief you need.”
“You are already a relief to me,” I tell her.
Kissing her again, I walk her backwards to the bed. She falls on it, giggling. Looking down at her, I stroke my cock. Her eyes widen and she licks her lips. She parts her thighs for me and the pinkness of her pussy grips me like a drug. Addiction isn't something I've been afflicted with before, but now I understand how it happens.
"Jesus," I breathe. I can't stop looking at her.
"Are you just going to stand there staring at me or are you going to make me yours?"
"You were mine that first fucking day, Nina. Tell me you know that. Tell me you know that once I slide inside you, I'll never let you go. You'll be my wife and the mother of my children. Tell me you understand that," I demand. I am out of my mind with lust and more so loving this girl, that I am being brash.
"I understand, Karl. But you still have to ask me."
"I just did," I say climbing on the bed between her thighs. Her hands grip my lower back as I sink into her. Her cherry is no match for my lust. She's so tight, I almost black out.
"So doesn't count," she moans. I grin at her.
"Loving you is the easy part. Plucking your cherry was an honor. Being your husband will be one too. Breeding you is my new prime directive."