Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He shuddered. “I don’t want to think about my daughter kissing anyone.”
I laughed.
“You know she’s most likely already done that, if not even more,” I observed dryly.
He shot me a look.
“Take it back,” he ordered.
I laughed at him.
“You’re deluding yourself if you think those thoughts haven’t crossed her mind,” I teased.
“She’s fifteen!” He boomed furiously. “She shouldn’t be having those kinds of thoughts.”
“I thought you said she was sixteen,” I challenged him.
“She isn’t…yet. She will be in six days,” he muttered under his breath.
“So she’s sixteen,” I told him. “And she’s not just going to randomly sleep with guys. If she’s anything like most sixteen-year olds, she’ll have her first sexual experience, realize it’s not as great as it was made out to be, then never really think about it again.”
He shot me a dirty look, knowing I was lying.
I held my hands up in peace.
He then quickly changed the subject…sort of.
“So you’re telling me your real first experience was that horrible?” He asked carefully.
I grimaced.
“Yes,” I said, nodding my head for emphasis. “It was so horrible, in fact, that I cried for nearly four hours afterward.”
“Why?” He pushed, stretching his legs out in front of him in front of the fire.
The move put his arm along the back of the couch where my shoulders rested, and I felt a shiver run up my spine when his hot skin brushed the skin of my neck.
“The usual, I guess,” I shrugged. “I was a virgin. He was big and didn’t care that I was inexperienced. He pretty much used me.”
He grumbled something under his breath.
“What?” I asked.
“I said not everyone with a big cock acts like that asshole did,” he said more clearly this time.
My eyes widened as he turned away, studying the fire in front of us.
Did he have a big cock, I wondered?
My eyes went to his lap, but the blanket that was bunched up at his waist didn’t really give me the best of views.
“No,” he answered my question.
“No what?” I questioned.
“Nothing,” he muttered.
“Tell me!” I ordered him.
I was a persistent devil, if nothing else.
He looked over at me, studying my expression, then grinned before shrugging.
“I’ll tell you if you tell me...” he said.
“Tell you what?” I asked. “I don’t have a cock, big or small.”
He shuffled the cards in his lap before dealing out an even hand to the both of us.
“Let’s play War,” he taunted.
I laughed in his face.
“Ok, that’s fine,” I repositioned myself. “But what was it you wanted me to tell you?”
He opened his mouth, closed it, looked around, then looked back at me.
“I’ll tell you whether I have a big cock or not like you are wondering, if you tell me about your worst sexual experience, and you can’t count high school.”
My jaw nearly hit the floor.
Or at least my boobs.
“What?” I asked in outrage. “I wasn’t wanting to know that!”
He gave me a look, and my blush gave me away.
“Sorry,” I muttered. “but I’m not usually so forward with people I don’t know really well.”
He snorted.
“You think I go around bargaining to tell people about my cock to get them to tell me something?” He laughed.
I shrugged.
“I don’t know you all that well, do I?” I asked. “You could be getting all the girls to be your friend, and then you start threatening to tell them about your dick and get them all weirded out.”
He muttered something under his breath, and I sighed, crossing my legs, as I flipped the first card in my stack over.
He flipped his first card over, and I growled when he won the first hand.
“Does your telling me about your dick come with a story?” I challenged him, causing his eyes to come up to mine.
His eyes were so beautiful.
They were a light shade of gray with a ring of a color I hadn’t quite decided yet. Maybe green…or blue. In different lighting, it looked like the color changed.
I hadn’t gotten the chance to study him too closely yet due to the power being out, despite spending nearly four hours in each other’s company.
“If you want,” he acquiesced.
His blonde hair reflected the color of the fire, making it appear reddish blonde when it was in fact graying blonde.
“Okay,” I hummed. “My worst sexual experience?”
He nodded.
I grinned.
“Danny had to take a little blue pill for the majority of our relationship if he wanted to get hard,” I admitted. “So then he’d last for hours, and I hated having sex with him.”
He blinked. Slowly.
“That’s it?” He wondered.
I nodded. “His cock was, I don’t know, just weird. It was shaped like a banana. It was skinny, and it was really curved. Something about it… it was just ugly, ok? And even worse was that he didn’t know what to do with it. Ugh. It got to be that I dreaded having sex with him, it was starting to gross me out.”