Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24027 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Christ, look at you…” Callum nearly whispers. I feel a red, rosy blush coming over my cheeks and do my best to hide them from him, but he grabs me by the thigh and pulls me back to face him. “Don’t be shy, baby girl. You’re absolutely gorgeous. But you know what time it is now?”
“What?” I ask softly.
“It’s time for the flip.”
The flip?
Before I can react or speak, Callum tosses the towel covering his mid-section aside, exposing his muscular buttocks, then twists onto his back, exposing…the rest of him.
He lies naked before me like a Greek gladiator. To my surprise, I have to stop myself from gasping. His penis stands straight up like a spear, thick and tall and intimidating, and I actually take a step back despite feeling something stir within my stomach.
“No, no,” Callum says firmly, wrapping a hand around my thigh and pulling me back to the table. “You come here, girl.”
“I—what do you want me to do?” I ask.
“Come on,” he chuckles. “You’ve never heard of a happy ending before?”
“Callum, I…” My voice trails off. I haven’t brought this up yet, but there’s probably no better time than this. “I have something I need to tell you.”
“Yes, Evie?”
“And don’t be mad at me, okay?”
Callum chuckles, “Okay.”
“I’m a bit more inexperienced than the girls you’re used to…I’m a virgin.”
Callum’s blue eyes blaze. I screwed up, I knew it. I should have told him back at the house. Then he wouldn’t have blackmailed me to begin with, and I wouldn’t even be here.
“Mad at you, Evie?” Callum repeats. “Evie, why would I be mad at you?”
“I—I don’t know…” I shrug. “Because I don’t know what a happy ending is? Because I don’t know what I’m doing?”
Callum laughs, harder this time, causing his chiseled abs to flex and ripple.
“Evie, you being a virgin is the greatest thing you ever could have told me,” he replies, taking my hand. “That means I get you all to myself.”
I’m still trying to process his statement as he moves my hand to his penis and places it on the warm, thick shaft. The feeling sends a jolt through my body. Am I really touching this? Callum lets out a soft groan and looks up at me as he moves my wrist, showing me how to stroke him up and down.
“Like that,” he says.
“You…you don’t want to…put it in me?” I ask.
Callum laughs heartily. “You want me to, Evie?” He sits up slightly, wraps one hand around my neck, and pulls me closer to him. “I was going to take things slowly with you—especially now seeing as how you’ve never been claimed before, but if you’d like me to…”
I move my eyes from his cold blues to the thick member between my fingers and slowly shake my head.
“No…let’s go slow…” I say softly.
“That’s what I thought,” he whispers, moving his lips close to my ear. “But don’t think I’m going to go too slow, baby girl. You’re too goddamn sexy to wait too long for, understand?”
I nod. What else can I do? No man has ever complimented me like this before, especially not one this gorgeous.
Regardless of how he got me here, Callum is the handsomest man I’ve ever seen. His body is unbelievable, and I don’t have to have seen any other penises to know that the one I’m holding is massive.
“Will it…will it fit?” I ask.
The words are barely out of my mouth before I regret them. What are you thinking? He forced me to be here, blackmailed me, and now I’m asking him what it’s going to be like when we have sex? Good God, I should be putting up more of a fight!
“Not easily—”
“Never mind,” I say quickly and drag a hand up his chest in as sexy a manner as possible to distract him from the idiotic thing I just said. It seems to work—sort of . Callum lets out a groan and looks back down at my hand as I stroke up and down, doing my best to please him.
It feels so foreign to me…his manhood. But at the same time, I can’t help being excited by it. The reason he’s so hard, so thick, standing straight up like this is because of me. Little ol’ me, Evie, the girl who has never been paid any attention to by any guy before.
“Just like that,” he says, his voice low and raspy as his hand moves up my thigh, making me suddenly even more aware of my nakedness. His fingers grace across the bare skin of my sex, sending an electrifying jolt through me. “A virgin that shaves her pussy. Isn’t that something…”
“I…I just…all the girls do it,” I stammer. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he replies, almost laughing as his fingers play gently across the tender region near my entrance. “I like it.”