Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 16791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
The sound of her scream filled the air, and shock rushed down his spine.
A virgin?
He pulled out of her, and the spray of the water didn’t let it remain for very long, but it was there. The blood. The evidence of him being her first.
Clayton hadn’t even considered it.
“Fuck!” He yelled the word.
Turning off the shower, he climbed out and carried Maggie in his arms back to the bed.
She didn’t fight him, and he imagined it was down to pain. Once he had her on the bed with her arms above her, he moved between her thighs but made no move to take her again.
“Why?” he asked.
Tears leaked out of her eyes. “What do you mean why?” Her voice was a whisper.
“You’re a virgin.”
“I was. I’m not anymore.”
“But, how?” He didn’t understand it.
“I told you. I’ve been good at hiding.”
He stared down at her. “What about in high school?”
“No one was ever interested in me, and I wasn’t interested in them.” She pressed her lips together.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“The only person I wanted was someone I couldn’t have,” she said.
He frowned. “Who?” He doubted they were still alive, but if they were, he’d fucking kill them. He didn’t believe in allowing the competition to win.
“You,” she said. She covered her face with her hands and he grabbed them, putting them above her head.
“What?”
“You were the one I … wanted. You were my teacher, so I couldn’t have you, and besides, there were all those other girls you’d probably wanted.”
He honestly didn’t know what to say, so he did no more than slam his lips down on hers, claiming a kiss. His cock was still hard as rock.
“I’ve got to fuck you, Maggie,” he said. “I need you.”
“The pain is gone.”
He opened his eyes and stared down at her. She offered him a smile.
A gentleman would wait. He wasn’t one. There was a time he’d have considered himself one, but that day wasn’t today.
Taking hold of his cock, he ran the head between her slit, bumping her clit. She released a moan. He wished he could have the patience to give her another orgasm, but he needed to feel her tight heat.
A better person would feel guilty about taking her virginity. Not him. He was fucking thrilled. He was an animal. He knew it, and what was more, he didn’t fucking care either. All he wanted was to fuck her, to take her.
No other man had ever been inside her, and as far as he was concerned, that was fucking thrilling.
Slowly, he thrust inside her. She was wet. Not as soaked as he would have liked, but he couldn’t complain.
He rocked inside her, going deeper with each thrust.
She moaned his name and he took possession of her lips as he began to fuck her. He lifted her legs to wrap around his waist as he locked their fingers together, pressing her down onto the bed, to keep her in place as he took what he wanted.
It had been so long, and this was the woman he wanted, the woman he’d been craving. He didn’t last. Sliding into her one final time, he came hard, spilling his seed deep into her cunt.
She cried out and he felt a little pulse of her pussy. Soon, he would have her coming all over his dick, but until then, this was going to have to satisfy his craving.
Chapter Three
Maggie opened her eyes, becoming aware of everything that had happened the previous night.
She was alone.
Sitting up in bed, she pulled the blanket up to cover her breasts and glanced around the room. There was no sign of Clayton. After he’d come, he’d gone back to the bathroom to return with a cloth to clean her up. He’d been thorough before returning the cloth to the bathroom. When he’d returned, he’d slid in behind her, wrapping his arms around her and giving the order for sleep. As if she could find sleep in a time like this.
It baffled her.
She’d expected to stay awake all night, but that hadn’t happened.
She’d fallen fast asleep within minutes of his instruction. It was the best sleep she’d ever experienced.
Lifting her arms above her head, she stretched, feeling all the new aches in her body. Some of them good, others not so good. After sliding out of the bed, she stood and tiptoed her way across to the bathroom. She used the toilet, washed her hands, and then noticed her bag on the floor.
Opening it up, she pulled out some of the clothes she’d been able to wash. They weren’t great. Jeans with torn knees and thighs. A shirt that had so many mud and grass stains it had stopped being white a long time ago.
She finished dressing quickly, taking a band to tie her hair up as best she could. There had been many times over the years she thought about cutting it all off, but instead, kept the length.