Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21429 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
“Well, it looks like I should probably be getting back,” I tell him, speaking possibly the hardest words I’ve ever had to speak. “My parents will be worried—”
“No, I don’t think so,” he says, seizing me by the wrist as I try to stand. “You’re not going anywhere. Not yet.”
He kisses me.
My first kiss ever, and the whole world changes. My entire existence.
Yes. Just like that.
His lips are magic. I open my mouth to him, feeling his tongue slide in. My body comes alive in ways I’ve never even believed possible. Heat overwhelms me, and not from the sun, not from his body as he climbs on top of me, but from the fiery lust raging inside of me. My body is clamoring for more. My heart is pounding. I’m dying to give myself to this man, and I can feel in his touch that he’s just dying to take me.
“I didn’t even want to come on this trip,” he whispers, moving his lips down my jaw to my neck. “But my mom insisted. And thank God she did.”
My arms wrap possessively around his neck. My mouth hangs open in helpless satisfaction as his kisses send my womanhood into a state of desperation.
“You can thank your momma for me.” God, I don’t even know what I’m saying as I spread my legs for him. He positions himself, and the anxiety and hesitation I know I’m supposed to feel right now just simply isn’t there.
This feels so right. It has to be him.
This wave of bravery somehow makes it easier to accept him into me. The pain is only there for just a moment, then is instantly washed away by an unexplainable sensation that rushes through me, shaking me down to my very core. We moan in unison, his arms wrap around me, and I feel more at home than I’ve ever felt anywhere.
I finally feel as though I’ve found someone who understands me.
Found somewhere I belong.
“You’re a virgin,” he whispers.
“I…yes,” I say. At my school, around my crowd, it was something the girls would constantly make me feel ashamed about. But now—now I’m glad this is an experience I can share with this man.
“Not anymore.” He smiles, then kisses me, rocking his hips faster. I feel the stretch as he begins breaking me in. Only seconds later, I feel a climax approaching.
Really? Already? Is he seriously doing that to me this easily?
“Your pussy feels unreal…”
His words push me over the edge. I moan through gritted teeth. My body quivers at the sheer force of my orgasm. My legs clench together around his muscled waist as my soaked womanhood pulses with heavenly intimate pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re going to send me over the edge, baby,” he growls. “I just can’t handle that. Are you on the pill?”
“Y-yes!” I stammer. “For my skin.”
“Good, ‘cause I’m gonna come inside you.”
“Do it,” I cry out. “Come in me!”
His chest muscles swell and flex, nearly crushing me against the ground as he sucks a gigantic breath that signals his approaching climax. My back arches as I feel the first hot shot of his release spray inside me. Nothing could have prepared me for such a sensation—no amount of girl gossip or stories could have gotten me ready for the intense, primal, naturalistic feeling of being bred.
That’s what it is.
I feel used in the most basic and beautiful way ever.
Breed me, baby. Use me.
I accept it all. Every last drop of what comes out of him, until his cum is literally dripping out of me, spilling down my thighs and buttocks onto the ground beneath me. Until he slumps down on top of me, breathing heavily, his lips pressed gently against the base of my ear.
“That was unbelievable,” I whisper. “Who are you?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I guess we better exchange names now, huh?”
“That would be nice,” I giggle.
“My name’s Walker,” he says, raising himself up to gaze into my eyes. “What about you, beautiful?”
“Skylar.” I smile back. “My name’s Skylar.”
I can’t say for sure, but it seems as though Walker’s demeanor changes when he hears my name. He looks almost…confused for a second, but this confusion is quickly replaced by a smile.
“Skylar.” He nods. “Nice name.”
“Thank you.”
We clean up, get our clothes on, and walk back to the houses. This is one of those moments in life I wish could go on forever, but I can see my dad’s car in the driveway and know that if I’m too late for dinner, I’ll have to listen to one of his speeches. I turn back to Walker and throw my arms around his neck.
“This was…the best night of my life.”
For the first time since we met, I see something other than confidence in his eyes. Something almost like sadness but not quite.
“Me too,” he replies.
I reach into the pocket of his pants, find his phone, and put my number in it. It’s the first time I’ve ever given my number to a guy. Today is a lot of firsts for me. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”