Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” I praise her, proud of her and wanting her more than ever. I’m also satisfied in a way I never knew I could be without even having my dick anywhere near her perfect little hole, winking at me as she rides little aftershocks.
I’m far from done, though, and going back for more. I feel her hands tugging at my hair. Her shivered breaths and still convulsing pussy command my full attention. I feel it as much as she does. Kissing her is like nothing else, and keeping her chest busy with my hands, I move my mouth and face from her creaming valley, eagerly seeking her mouth.
Tasting her mouth and her pussy at the same time makes me groan harder, trying and failing not to kiss her too hard or squeeze her too rough. She matches every ounce of pressure from my grip, showing me she might be a virgin, but that doesn’t mean she’s made of glass.
When we come up for air, she’s trying to say something. She’s trying to tell me she’s a virgin, but her mouth only opens and closes. Her eyes are misty with post-climax emotions—eyes I kiss closed and return to her mouth. She doesn’t need to explain anything. She’s perfect, and having staked my claim, I feel like that’s how things will be from now on.
Beth and Bowdie… perfect… the way it should be.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Beth
I could’ve died happy if he’d just kissed me. That would’ve been enough, said no girl ever after a tongue-lashing like that from a man like Bowdie. I want his kisses. Hell yeah, but I want his mouth right where it just was and those huge, fuck-me fat fingers filling me until I want to burst all over them.
Bowdie’s woken up more than just my need to not be a virgin anymore. He’s turned both keys and given the codes for thermonuclear-sized orgasms and lots of ’em. After I try to hold it as long as I can, not knowing I could come so hard so soon, I think I’d literally lose my mind if he didn’t give me a minute to let the longest and hardest climax of my life ebb a little before he starts over.
Tasting myself on him might have sounded gross if Lucy had described her and that man-child, Josh, doing the same, but with Bowdie, it’s the most natural, beautiful, and hottest thing I’ve had in my mouth all day if I do say so myself.
I understand now why I was so eager to finger fuck myself like never before. It’s as if my body somehow knew that today was “F” day with Bowdie, loosening myself up and making sure I could take him. If his thick and insanely long fingers are anything to go by, Dr. Bigg is big by name as well as by nature. I used to swallow every time at the thought, but that other part of me? It can hardly wait now.
Trying to tell him I’ve never done this before just doesn’t come out like I’m screaming it in my mind. My body’s too busy trying to scream his name for real, but Bowdie seems to know what I mean, belaying all my doubts and worries. I forget all my self-conscious silliness every time he touches me, especially when he does whatever he’s doing to make me want to do nothing but this all day, every day, forever if possible, please.
It already feels like forever, just this feeling and having him so close to me. I really should be dreaming. As the mother of all orgasms subsides in me a little, the kitchen comes back into focus. The table underneath me is where my dad probably just ate his breakfast. My best friend's father is wearing my creaming orgasm like a little milk mustache.
It all snaps back into focus so fast I almost lose the feeling. I almost feel as if I’ve done something wrong, but that’s something I know could never come from Bowdie or me. It would only be other people who could never understand.
“What’s the matter?” Bowdie asks, suddenly concerned, glancing over his shoulder once my eyes dart around the room instead of focusing on his.
“I-it’s just… Where’s Lucy!?” I suddenly gasp, clutching my chest as if I have a chance of covering it. My legs are still splayed across Bowdie’s hulking chest, and his hands are gripping parts of me nobody’s ever seen, let alone touched.
I don’t mean to put a dampener on things, but it hits me like a bucket of ice water, what we just did. I mean, what we’re doing. Maybe it’s just me so used to having Lucy as my shadow. I’m asking all the wrong questions a little too late, but Bowdie seems to feel the same once he picks up on my sudden agitation. “She’s home… nesting,” he adds with a wry smile, making my ears prick for a reason other than hearing she’s stayed home instead of coming with him for her things.