Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
My entire body goes tight as my orgasm hits me and my cock flexes in her mouth. My balls pump cum through her lips and onto her tongue, and to my surprise, I feel her swallow eagerly, holding nothing back like most girls do on their first time.
I come harder than I can ever remember.
I come so hard I can’t even make a sound as I throw my head back and stare up at the ceiling, my vision blurring with stars as I fight to not fall back onto the floor.
The sheer ferocity of it rocks me like a blow to my core, and a warmth follows along with it like nothing I’ve ever felt.
“Jesus,” I finally manage to gasp as I start to come back down to earth from what feels like a trip into the stratosphere.
I step back and quiver as my cock slips out from between her lips and look down at her as she wipes them with the back of her hand. She makes a sound that’s something almost like a giggle and looks up at me like an innocent little kitty, and I quickly lift her up into my arms and hold her close.
“How was that?” I ask her. “Not too bad?”
She shakes her head. “No, not bad at all. In fact…I liked it.”
“Yeah?” I ask. My cock’s still hard. If she wasn’t a virgin, I would be ready to bend her over right here and fuck her doggy style based on just how turned on I still am by her. “How’d I taste?”
“Salty,” she giggles. “But kind of sweet too.”
“You’re so sexy, baby,” I growl, kissing up her neck. “You don’t know how badly I want to be inside you. When you’re ready, of course.”
Nina playfully drums her fingers across my chest like she’s thinking about something. She opens her mouth like she’s going to say something, but then her phone starts vibrating on the floor below us.
“Shit,” she mutters, reaching down for it. “It’s Riley. She’s two minutes from pulling into the parking lot. I should go.”
“All right, well, I’ll tell you what,” I say. “We’re gonna meet up tomorrow.”
“We are?” She looks at me, surprised, but I can tell she likes me telling her what to do.
“We are.” I nod, taking her phone and putting my number in it. “But not here–at the gun range. You ever been shooting before?”
Nina shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Okay, well, I’m gonna take you tomorrow so you can learn how to handle a weapon. For a girl your size, that’s an essential skill.”
“Oh, is it?” She smiles. “You sure you just don’t want me to know how to handle your weapon?”
Still smiling, she steps past me and unlocks the door.
“You know, Nina, most girls don’t have a good sense of humor. Riley didn’t mention that to me about you.”
“She didn’t?” she asks with a wink, tugging down her bra. “Text me tomorrow, tough guy. Maybe we’ll go do some shooting.”
“Maybe!?” I call after her as she steps out of the locker room.
“Maybe!” she calls back over her shoulder.
My eyes are glued to her juicy peach ass as she leaves. I know I’m not going to get any sleep tonight. I’m going to be stuck thinking about her insane body and how fantastically cool she is. And that’s rare for me.
Ever since I became a fighter when I was fifteen, no girl has ever been able to get close to me. Physically close? Sure. But nothing more than that. I’ve always kept my mind in the ring where it belongs.
But there’s something about this one–something about Nina that has me already off kilter. Every instinct I have as a professional is telling me to stay away from her. Telling me that she could ruin me.
But despite all that, I just don’t think I can.
5
NINA
“Four days?” Gunnar calls out from the window as he pulls up in his bright yellow Porsche. I know nothing about cars, but I know enough to know that it’s fast and expensive. Plus, all the guys on campus are walking around eyeballing it and taking pictures of it with their phones, making me feel insanely self-conscious as I go over to it.
“Yeah? So what?” I shrug.
“You make me wait four days before getting back to me?” he asks, shoving open the passenger side door. “You know how many models would die to hang out with me?”
“So take one of them to the gun range. I’m sure their days of strutting up and down catwalks would lead to incredible conversation for you.”
I slide into my seat and close the door and look over at Gunnar, who is smirking back at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Oh, nothing.” He shrugs. “Just like I said–for a girl with your looks, you certainly have an evolved sense of humor.”
“I’m not sure if I should take that as a compliment or an insult,” I reply.