Just One Look Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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I can't believe this is happening. I should tell him to stop. Even if we’d been legit dating it would still be too soon for this. I’ve known the man for a week. Yet, I know that I’m going to let him do whatever he wants. My body is begging for release.

He leans in, and I can feel his warm breath against my thighs. “You smell like cherries everywhere.”

“It’s my body wash.”

“I know. I use it to jack off.” I moan at his words. The thought of him in the shower touching himself and thinking about me is too much. His fingers dip into my lacy purple underwear, pulling it to the side. I swear the small brush of his hand sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. “It turns me on that you’re wearing the panties I got for you. I hand-picked them out myself. I’ve been starved for you, sweet girl.”

My heart starts pounding harder. My whole body is on fire with need. He’s killing me here. I gasp when, finally, his tongue circles my clit a few times before he takes a long lick all the way down. I grab the edge of the counter, needing something to hold onto when he pushes his tongue in and out of me.

“So fucking good. And all mine.” Before I know it, I reach down and tangle my fingers into his hair. “Tell me you want me to make you come.” I can feel the heat rise in my cheeks at his request.

“Roman.” I whimper his name.

“All you have to do is ask.” I want him.

“I need more.” That’s all I manage to get out.

“I’ve got you, precious.” He works his way back to my clit, giving me what I need. He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue going wild. I throw back my head as the orgasm finally hits me. Pleasure like I’ve never felt before shoots through my whole body. My eyes start to water. The sensation is overwhelming. The release is almost intoxicating. I’m going to want this more now that I’ve gotten a taste. I shouldn't. I’m supposed to hate this man.

He pulls my panties back into place before dropping my dress back down. He rises to his feet, towering over me. His lips glisten with my arousal.

“You’re a virgin?” His voice is thick. I nod my head yes. His eyes search my face.

“That…”

“Don’t.” He cuts me off. “Fuck me.” He takes a step back, running his hand down his face. The cold look he gets takes over his handsome face. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” He turns, heading for the door.

I open my mouth to say something, but no words come. I jump when he slams the door behind him.

What the hell just happened?

9

Roman

Is this what death feels like? I wonder. No, this has to be worse. At least there is a finality to death, unlike my current situation. This must be what it’s like to be stuck in purgatory. It's been five days since I had my tongue inside of my wife. My cock is hard at the thought of how she sounded when she was moaning my name.

She surprised the hell out of me when she threw herself at me. I’d been giving her a little space before that. I wanted to build her up so she would want more.

Then I took it too fucking far too fucking fast. She looked a breath away from bursting into tears afterward. I’d been so frantic to taste her and make her come that I missed the signs that I was going too fast. I pick up my tumbler full of the amber liquid that’s sitting on my desk and chuck it into the fire.

“Does that make you feel better?” George asks, standing in the doorway to my office. I’ve been living in this room for the most part. I couldn’t bear the thought of hurting her or of her pulling away from me.

“Fuck off,” I mumble.

“Don’t you think it’s a little early for a drink?”

I shrug, not giving a shit. I only took a couple of sips. I know now more than ever I need to be thinking clearly. It’s hard enough to do that when Fawn is near me.

“Is there something you need?”

“Wanted to remind you about the charity event tonight. You promised you’d go.”

I grit my teeth. I hate charity events with a passion. They often spend more money on the event and barely break even at the end of the night. I’d rather cut a check and be done with it.

This one is different though. It’s for a women's shelter. There were a handful of times I remember my mom taking me to one before. My father would always win her back in the end. He regretted that once I became a teenager and towered over him. I ruined his life as soon as I could, and I don’t feel any remorse over it.


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