Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27657 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Dylan laughs darkly. “Be specific, petal. I desperately want to sink into that pretty pussy but I won’t lay a single fucking hand on you until you tell me—explicitly—you want that too, understand? Because when I start, I’m not stopping, not now. I’ll fuck you until you’re a sobbing, screaming mess and I’ll take pleasure in ruining you.”
Oh my god. I moan, nodding frantically. “Yes, yes, Dylan, please. I want that. I…I want you to fuck me,” I stutter out, too needy to be worried about the fact I’ve never actually been…fucked before. “I want to feel the way you made me feel a minute ago. I’ve never…experienced…that before,” I admit softly, catching my bottom lip between my teeth.
Dylan raises a brow at me, his handsome face morphing in shock. “None of the guys you’ve been with before knew how to make you come?” he asks, looking both mad at these hypothetical men and also pleased with himself.
I laugh a little, shaking my head as I gather my courage to tell him, “Um…well…there haven’t been any.”
“What?”
“Any guys. Others. This is…I mean…if we have sex…” I’m stumbling over my words but I’m determined to get them out so that he’ll finally touch me again the way I’m desperate for. “You’d be the first.”
He freezes, muscles tightening as my words hit him. I can’t look away from the rush of heat that lights up his eyes or the way his breath trembles as he draws it in. His fists clench, like he’s physically holding himself back.
“You...you’re a virgin?” Dylan asks slowly, like he’s checking he heard me right.
“Yes,” I say, blinking at him as I try to figure out what he’s thinking.
All I know is that I want to do this with Dylan. Maybe it’s because I know that for all his growly, gruff attitude and the way he enjoys riling me right up, he’d never use those huge muscles to hurt me.
He’s always spoken to me with kindness, and even though his concern over this project made me defensive, it’s clear to me that he just didn’t want me getting hurt. I do, however, want him to use his strength to throw me about like he just did, to take control over me in bed, to send me spinning into that bright bliss again and again and—
I yelp as his hands suddenly grip my thighs, calloused fingers digging into my soft flesh as he forces them further apart until my hips ache a little with the stretch. Oh my—
I’ve been so caught up in my internal thoughts that I haven’t noticed he’s shoved his trousers off too and…this man is huge everywhere! My mouth falls open, all my attention focused on the hard length hanging between his legs.
“Keep looking at me with your mouth open like that and I’ll fill it,” Dylan warns, but it doesn’t much serve as a deterrent. What would he taste like? Would he stretch my jaw the way he’s stretching my hips out right now? I doubt I could take all of him, especially with zero experience, but I’m more than willing to try.
Dylan groans as I try to shuffle myself up, ready to take him up on that threat, but one huge hand in the center of my chest shoves me back lightly against the pillows.
“Soon,” he promises. “But right now, I need to get inside your cunt. I need to feel you gush around my cock the way you soaked my hand. I need to be the first man—the only man—to know how heavenly you feel around me. Fuck, petal, do you know how hot it is to know I’m your first?”
Yeah, those filthy words should not be turning me on so much. It’s like everything he does makes me crave him more, so much that I feel dizzy with it. Whatever nervousness I feel about what’s clearly about to happen is washed away with the tide of pleasure as his thumb sweeps through my folds, teasing sensitive flesh.
As if that one touch has snapped the last of his patience, Dylan surges forward, covering my body with his. He pushes one of my knees back as he does, using his other hand to brace himself so he doesn’t drop his weight onto me. His face hovers over mine, his eyes boring into me. I pant a little, anticipation making the air feel thin as I take it in.
“I want it to be you,” I whisper up at him.
“You are mine, Dahlia,” he growls back at me, his possessiveness making me keen. “If anyone else ever tries to touch you, I will tear them apart. This gorgeous body of yours, these perfect tits and needy pussy are mine. Nobody else will ever fucking see you like this, spread out and aching to be fucked.”
I’m shocked by the claim he’s putting on me, but hell, I’m so on board. “Nobody else,” I repeat, nodding frantically. “Only you, Dylan. Please. I want to know what it’s like. I want to feel you inside me.”