Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“She did. Well, she tried anyway. He stopped midway. Guess she started bleeding. He didn’t know she was a virgin and freaked out—”
I hang up on him and run through the six-car garage and into the house. I find her in the laundry room, sorting out laundry. She’s bent over at the dryer, both hands in a dirty clothes basket, tossing certain pieces of clothing into the open washer. She has a pair of white shorts on that read juicy across her ass in gold letters and a matching white crop top, showing me her flat stomach.
She doesn’t acknowledge me in any way while I stand here gawking at her. I’m a senior in high school, and she’s a junior. No guy at our school would dare ask her out. I have made sure of it. She and her mother have lived with us for over a year now. I have beat guys up at school. I have paid some to pretend to like her just to make her look foolish when they dump her in front of everyone. It’s childish, I know. But I don’t give a fuck. I’ve wanted her and couldn’t have her. So it was just easier to make sure that no one else would either.
But a virgin? I expected her to be somewhat experienced. Not innocent.
She finishes what she was doing and turns on the dryer and then the washer. Spinning around to leave, she finds me standing in the doorway, blocking her exit to the hallway. “What do you want, Colt?” she huffs.
“You let Mike fuck you?” I bark out, unable to mask my temper.
Raylee just rolls her eyes. “Who I choose to fuck is none of your business.” She goes to shove me out of the way, but I place my hand on her chest, pushing her back. “Get out of my way!” she snaps.
“Make me.”
Her fists hit my chest, catching me off guard, and I stumble back, but not enough to allow her to exit. I grab her wrists and slam her back into the wall, shoving her arms above her head and pinning them in place.
She’s glaring up at me, breathing heavily.
I cross her wrists to hold both in place with one hand. The other drops to her waist, and I place my hand on her warm skin, making her suck in a deep breath. “Did he make you come?” I ask.
Her body stiffens against mine at my question. Those crystal-blue eyes grow heated, and her lips part. I let go of her wrists, and her arms drop to her sides, but she makes no move to push me away. I keep my hand on her waist while the other cups her jaw. My thumb runs over her parted lips. “Tell me, princess, did you at least get off?”
“No,” she breathes.
“That’s good to know.”
Her eyes narrow once again, and she opens her mouth to curse me when I add, “That’s my job.”
She swallows, and I let my eyes drop to her heaving chest. My hand slides farther up to her rib cage. I dig my fingers into them as she begins to pant. “Colt, we can’t—”
“Of course, we can,” I interrupt her. “Beg me, princess.” Lowering my lips to her ear, I hear her intake of breath. She smells like strawberries and bananas. My cock is so fucking hard just thinking about her and me in my bed. It always is for her. But I haven’t made my move until now. “Beg me to make you come.”
“I … uh…” She stumbles over her words.
The thought of her being so inexperienced makes me smile. “You don’t have to be shy about it. Just say what you feel.” Pulling back, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Did he fuck your mouth?”
Her body trembles against mine as she gently shakes her head. I push my thumb between her parted lips just a little. Then I remove it, pulling on her bottom lip in the process. “I want to fuck your pretty face.”
Those crystal-blue eyes always glaring at me are anything but right now. They’re so big, trained on mine. I like it. She’s not dropping her eyes to the floor or pulling away. No. She wants me to make her my slut. I feel like I’ve wasted the past year of my life with her being in this house by not using her. “What do you say?” I ask. “I fuck your mouth and then your cunt until we figure out what you need to get off?” I’m not sure what she’ll like, but I’m willing to spend my entire night figuring it out.
“Okay,” she whispers, licking her lips.
I pull away, grab her hand, and drag her up to my room before she changes her mind.
“We’re going to Mike’s,” I say, pulling myself out of that memory.