Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
After a moment, her fingers start to move against my back in gentle strokes. I kiss her neck and whisper how beautiful she is and how good she feels. I want to tell her thank you. Thank you for saving yourself for me and for letting me be the first. And thank you for letting me inside your body now and every time for the rest of our lives. That may be going a bit far after just thrusting home for the first time, so I keep that last part to myself. Instead I just keep saying how fucking gorgeous she is and how perfect her body is with mine.
“Okay. Go slow.”
Looking into her eyes, I brush the hair out of her face and move just a little. She hisses at first, but after a few shallow strokes, she adjusts. My size is above average, and she’s having a hard time taking me. But she’s willing herself through it because I think we both want this to happen.
“Real slow, baby. Whatever you want, Elizabeth.” She smiles when I call her that name, and I vow to do it all the time if it means she gives me that.
We take our time and build slowly to our peaks. We have all day and all night together, so there is no need to rush. Now that I’m inside of her, I don’t ever want to pull out. So when she begs me to cum, I hesitate, not wanting it to end.
When I finally do as she asks and rub her clit just how she wants, she cums on my cock, triggering my own orgasm, and I can’t bring myself to pull out. I know she’s a virgin and she’s probably not on anything, but I don’t care. I leave my thickness inside of her while I shoot my load, knowing what the consequences could be.
She could be mine forever, I think to myself. The thought makes me smile, and I take her lips, needing her all over again.
13
Izzy
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Umm.” I stare up at the very large older man standing in the doorway of the Ghost Riders’ clubhouse. He looks to be in his mid-forties from the gray showing at his temples. He’s got a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, and he’s wearing sunglasses that block my view of his eyes, even though it’s night out. I can tell by the cut he’s wearing that he’s a member of the club. I don’t recognize him from anyone that I’d met the one and only time I’d been here over a month ago.
“No sweetbutts allowed, only property. You looking for action, you need to take your cute little ass to the bar down the road. Some of the boys are already down there looking for some.” I cringe at his crude words. Lucias says crude stuff a lot, but it’s always laced with sweet words like, “Baby, spread those legs because I’m not done with you until you coat my cock with at least two orgasms and I finish deep inside that pussy of mine.”
“I don’t know what a sweetbutt is.” It takes everything in me to not turn my head and look at my ass. Lucias likes my butt. Not sure he’s ever called it sweet. Wait, he did tell me to get my sweet ass in bed the other night.
“You sure don’t look like one.” I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing from his tone. This time, I do look. I’m wearing chucks with black leggings and a bright pink T-shirt that reads “I would make a Zelda pun but don’t wanna tri and force it.” I have my hair up in a messy bun, no make-up, and my glasses are perched on my nose. This was kind of a last minute idea when Lucias said he had some stuff to take care of, then he’d be heading back here to grab some stuff from his room, then he’d come to my place. I thought I could sneak in and be in his bed. Naked. I wasn’t worried about what I was wearing because he likes me naked, with messy hair and my glasses.
The man shifts to the side a little, and I get a glance inside. I see a few people playing pool. It looks like a little party going on.
“Is Lucias here?” I go to look around him, but he just steps in my way, making sure his whole body blocks me from seeing anything.
“Probably at the bar down the road looking for some ass. Why don’t you go down there and check?” He points in the direction of the bar.
His words hit me hard, and I take a step back as if they physically hit me. No. Lucias wouldn’t do that.
“You’re lying.” I take back the step I just retreated and square my shoulders.