Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
But that’s not what this is about. Right now, she needs an orgasm and I’m more than happy to be the man that delivers it.
I position my shoulders between her spread thighs and lick the cream from her body. She has the sweetest taste, like honey and apples.
She calls my name in a groan, her voice thick with arousal and need. It’s the best sound I’ve ever heard. I plan to spend the rest of my life wringing orgasms from this woman’s body.
I continue to tease her for several long minutes, feeling her impatience grow as she tugs on my hair and grinds this precious virgin pussy into my face. I’m the only man who’s ever gotten a taste, and I’m the only man who ever will. She’s mine.
Finally, I suck that little bud into my mouth. It’s so tender and she’s so ready that she’s instantly exploding. She squirts all over the place, but I don’t give a damn. I eagerly lap that up too. Not one drop of her cream will ever be wasted when I’m around.
As she comes down from her blissful high, I kiss my way up her perfect body. I love these curves. They’re the perfect size for pulling her close when I want to make love to her sweet and slow. They’ll be the perfect size when I want to hold her down and give it to her rough too.
But that’s not what tonight is about.
Tonight was about showing her how beautiful and desirable she is. Something her dickhead boyfriend never took the time to do. That idiot’s loss is my beautiful treasure, and I’ll cherish her every day from this moment forward. Because Zoey Hart, writer of steamy romance novels, has stolen my heart.
10
ZOEY
“That was amazing,” I murmur to Brock as he crawls up my body. He’s still wearing too much clothing for how I want this evening to conclude.
He cups my face and stares into my eyes. There’s a look on his face, like he’s thinking about something serious. For a moment, I’m worried he regrets what he just did but then he asks, “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes,” I answer. I originally got on it to help with my acne outbreaks but when I discovered it made my heavy periods much lighter, I stuck with it.
I wrap my legs around his waist again, eager for all of him. I’ve done enough research about this to know that it probably won’t be a great experience. But I don’t care. I want to lose my virginity to this man. “Do you want to go bare?”
He nods and the expression he’s wearing tells me this is important to him. I love that he cares so much about my health and well-being. “I’m clean. I’ve never been unprotected.”
I reach for his belt, liking the way it whispers against the fabric as I remove it. He stands from the bed, long enough to pull off all of his clothes.
While he’s working on that, I shrug out of my bra and shirt, both of which he opened earlier. There’s a little bit of beard burn on the side of my breast and it makes me smile. I bet I’ll find it between my thighs tomorrow.
When I glance up, Brock is watching me. He’s fully naked and he’s taken his massive cock in his hand. I’ve never been turned on by the sight of a man touching himself. But this is different.
The expression on his face is so filled with lust that he looks wild and untamed. There’s something primal about this man and the way he carries himself. In a rough voice, he commands, “Touch yourself.”
My face flames at his suggestion. I’ve never imagined touching myself in front of a guy. “Brock…”
“Spread that cream around for me, sweet cheeks. Get yourself nice and wet so you can take my big cock like the good little angel you are.”
I whimper at his dirty words and the way they have more wetness pooling between my thighs. Tracing my fingers along my lips, I do as he asked and spread my essence around until I’m completely coated.
My breath is coming in tiny pants, and I have to work hard not to come. But I’m not the only one struggling if the way that Brock is strangling his cock is any indication. He keeps jerking on it roughly.
I let out a small groan. “I’m about to…I need this.”
Before I can even process what’s happening, I find myself flat on my back and staring up at the ceiling. He’s over me then, and I feel the first slide of his cock against my folds.
He lines up his body to my entrance then pauses to cup my face. “You’re mine, Zoey. Once this happens, there’s no going back.”
I nod, so desperate and horny that I think I’d agree to anything in this moment. “I’m yours. Now just move or something.”