Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“If you keep doing that, I’ll never get inside,” I promised her. “Our first time will end before it begins.”
She started to giggle, and that didn’t help at all either.
The rhythmic clenching and unclenching of her pussy, paired with the way she felt so hot and slick, was my undoing.
I couldn’t be that nice guy that she needed anymore—the one that was considerate and understanding. I wasn’t that kind of guy. I was rough, gruff, and a past-due horny bastard.
With nothing else to do but what was instinctual at that point, I moved my hands until they were resting on her hips, held her up with my lower body, and slammed myself home.
I filled her completely in one rough thrust.
She gasped in a breath and looked at me for one panic-stricken minute that had my body fighting within itself.
I wanted to stop…but it was like my body wasn’t complying with my brain’s orders.
But then her eyes cleared at seeing the worry—the fight—that was in mine. And just like that, she was with me once again. All pain was erased from her features, and a look of determination took over her face.
With the strength of her legs that were wound around my back, she started to bounce. Her hands went to my hair, and her mouth came down to land on mine.
Our tongues tangled, my hands tightened on her hips. My fingers dug into her flesh.
And my balls drew up even tighter.
There was no denying it now.
I was totally and completely gone for this woman, and when she went wild, I went right along with her.
My tongue went to tangle with hers, and I gave it as good as I got.
Then she stiffened in my arms as her orgasm overtook her. I wasn’t far behind as I followed her over the edge. And moments after it all began, it was over.
I would’ve been embarrassed had I not still been high on endorphins. Everything felt so raw, so new, that I stayed exactly where I was and tried to come to terms with what just happened.
One of those things being the fact that I hadn’t used a condom.
“June,” I started.
“I know.”
“You know that I didn’t use a condom?” I pushed.
She nodded. “I trust you.”
“You should’ve told me.”
She snorted. “You’re too good of a guy. If I said that I hadn’t done this before, you would’ve gone all morals on me, and I wouldn’t have had my chance to have you.”
There was that.
And since there was no doubt in my mind that she’d been pure when I had her, and I trusted her beyond reason, I knew that I had nothing to worry about on my end—you know, other than a pregnancy.
Which, surprisingly, was the least scary part about this whole thing.
“Are you okay?” I whispered against her hair.
“Yes,” she promised. “Better than okay.”
That’s when Rosie decided that she didn’t like playing second fiddle to June.
“You know,” Rosie drawled. “If you’d have just told me that you liked it kinky, and out in public, I would’ve been more than willing to accommodate you.”
I stiffened and hastily reached for my pants that were weighed down by my heavy belt, making me look a lot clumsier than I was.
By the time I had them buttoned, I was so pissed off that Rosie was here, let alone in my new town to begin with.
“Why the fuck do I even have to tell you that you’re inappropriate?” I snarled as I finished buttoning my pants.
June followed suit, then reached down to do something on the ground, which if I had to guess was likely slipping on her boots.
“I’m inappropriate?” Rosie laughed. “Try pointing that finger in the opposite direction. I didn’t just have sex on the side of a building.”
She was right.
I had been extremely inappropriate. Yet, I couldn’t find it in me to care that I had been. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I got the chance.
June touched my back, and I reached sideways to grab her hand. She willingly gave it to me and squeezed it tight.
I felt something in my chest loosen at the knowledge that she wasn’t running away, and then squinted to see if I could get a better look at the interloper.
I could just barely make out an outline of her at the end of the building, just at the corner. There was no way that she’d been able to see anything that we were doing, not unless she had a night vision scope handy—which I doubted.
The only thing she could do was listen to our voices—and even those had been low. She knew nothing. She was just assuming—even if her assumptions were correct.
“Well,” I squeezed June’s hand. “As nice as it’s been chatting…”
I urged June forward by tugging on her hand, and she came. Hesitant at first, her spine stiffened the more steps we took toward the light until suddenly she was side by side with me.