Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“Awww… it hurts like the blazes, but I don’t want you to stop.”
Using his thumbs, he opened my cheeks even more, allowing the last inches of his hard shaft to enter me. It was beautiful to know I had taken all of it.
He bent his head and kissed me again. “Well done, Willow. It’s your first time, I won’t pound you too hard. Just relax.” Gradually, he pulled his cock almost all the way out, then unhurriedly drove it all the way back into me.
Each thrust became faster and deeper. He slid in and out of me, buggering me, sodomizing me... and I liked it. The pain had receded and a strange pleasure had overtaken me. I began to push back as hard as he was thrusting in. With every stab I pressed back more readily.
“Play with yourself,” he ordered.
I didn’t need to be told twice.
He kept on thrusting until my whole body jerked and convulsed uncontrollably as I climaxed. His cock swelled inside me as he too found his orgasm. Jet after jet of semen spurted into me while he held me tightly against his thighs.
27
REX
I was never one to appreciate waking up to a woman in my bed. As soon as I awakened, I wanted to jump out of bed and start my day, but here I was, spooning Willow without the least intention of getting up. I drew her soft, sweet-smelling body closer, and rested my hand on her flat belly.
She started to stir in my arms. I kissed the delicate skin of her neck. She was easily the most erratic woman I’d met in my life, but in a funny way, it was part of her charm. She was honest. No playing games, pretending to be coy. She said it like it was.
“Hey,” she whispered, her voice heavy with the remnants of sleep.
“Good morning,” I said, leaning forward to kiss her neck.
“Last night was great,” she said, turning around to face me.
“Yes, you were fantastic,” I agreed.
She stared at me with her large bottle-green eyes, and without thinking about it, I kissed each eyelid. Something I’d never done to a woman before.
“How was the snake’s stag party?”
I drew back. “God awful.”
“Did he have strippers?”
“Of course, but have no fear, I behaved myself.”
“I know,” she said softly. “That’s what I adore about you. Your word is gold. You said you were going to play the part of a perfect boyfriend, and you’ve done just that.”
“You never really told me what happened at the alcohol-free hen party. When you came back you looked like you lost a hundred-dollar bill and found a dime.”
“It was fine until Caroline said she had organized the hen party without my help.” Willow’s nostrils flared as she remembered the insult. “Can you believe that? Expecting me to help plan a hen’s party for Tiffany after she stole my boyfriend?”
I chose my next words carefully. “I think you’ve made your point. Everybody knows you’ve got a new man who can’t keep his hands off you. Why not try and enjoy the rest of the weekend?”
“I know I must seem like a mad woman with a vendetta to you, but I can’t find it in my heart to forgive Tiffany, or Steven. I just can’t. I’ve tried, but it’s in my gut. Especially when I’m around her or my family, I can’t help the pain I have in my chest. I can’t explain it to you, and even if I did you won’t understand it. As an outsider you probably think I have the perfect family and I’m just being a drama queen, but it’s how it seems. Everyone in my family is pretending. I feel so abandoned, so alone. She has everything and all I’ve got is a boyfriend I’ve paid to act the part.”
She looked so sad and lost, I wanted to take her away and protect her from her revolting family.
“No, I actually don’t think you have the perfect family. I happen to agree with your assessment of Nicole and Tiffany.”
Her eyes widened with shock. “You do?”
I nodded. “I think your stepmother is an incurable narcissist, and you must have had a very difficult childhood dealing with that level of manipulation. As for Tiffany, she’s impossible spoiled and selfish.”
“You know, Nicole did such a number on me, that I’ve sworn to myself never to be a stepmother. I’m terrified I’ll be like her and ruin some poor child’s life.”
“You’d never be like her,” I said sincerely.
“You know what they say about abused children, most of them grow up and take the first opportunity to become the abuser. What if I take all my repressed anger and hurt out on some innocent child? Nah, I’m never going to put myself in that situation. Never.”
Willow pushed herself to a sitting position and swung her legs to the floor. “I better go get ready for the big wedding.” She stood and went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Moments later, the sounds of the shower filled the room.