Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Sitting up, I straddled his legs. He growled and laced his fingers in my hair, pulling on the strands to angle my head the way he wanted, deepening the kiss. I opened my lips beneath his, allowing him to slide his tongue with mine.
I moaned. Drake Johnson was a fucking god with his tongue, and I was desperate to feel him use that tongue in other, more forbidden places of my body.
“Like that, don’t you?” he rasped as he slowly parted our lips. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. “Don’t worry, baby.” He groaned as he laid me back on the bed of his truck, his body moving over mine. “I’m going to make you feel fucking perfect. This is going to be a night neither of us ever forgets for the rest of our lives,” he swore.
He pushed my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, my bra going next. His hands cupped my breasts, his thumbs tweaking my nipples. I whimpered his name, arching my back to push my chest further into his rough palms.
“There you go,” he rumbled, praising and encouraging me. “So fucking perfect, Elizabeth.”
My jeans and panties went next, and soon, I was lying completely naked in front of him. He slid his fingers between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my clit as he dipped two fingers inside of me, curling them just the right way. I cried out his name, my legs opening wider.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re so goddamn tight, babe.”
He continued working his thumb and fingers at the same time, and before I knew it, I was coming all over his fingers. With a wicked grin, he sucked his fingers clean before he unsnapped his jeans and moved over me, sliding deep inside of me without much warning.
I cried out in pain, trying to shove him away. Panting, tears burning in my eyes, I pushed against his abs. He gripped my wrists, stopping me, his eyes wide in disbelief. “Fuck. You’re a virgin?” he breathed as he stared down at me. I nodded, a tear running down my cheek. He lowered his body to mine, kissing my tear away before molding his lips with mine. “Breathe,” he coaxed. “It’ll pass, and then, I promise, it’ll feel better.”
I swallowed thickly, drawing in deep, even breaths, trusting him, even if I wasn’t all that sure if I should. Eventually, the pain subsided, just as he said it would. “Good?” he asked me. At my nod, he slowly eased out of me and slid back in, both of us groaning at the feeling.
“Heaven,” he rasped, his lips pressing to my neck.
I couldn’t agree more.
When I woke up, the sky was just beginning to brighten. Drake’s body was basically draped over mine, keeping away the chill in the air. We were both still naked, and my body was extremely sore.
And so was my head.
I groaned, finally making out the sound of vibrating.
My phone.
“Drake,” I mumbled. Fuck, it felt like I had chewed on cotton balls all night. He groaned as I licked my dry, chapped lips. “Drake, I need to get my phone.”
He slowly rolled off me. I quickly grabbed my phone, my eyes widening in horror at the numerous missed calls from my parents.
They were home.
“Oh, no,” I whispered. Drake peaked one eye open as I quickly scrambled for my clothes, too panicked to even be embarrassed about being naked in front of him like this now that I was sober again. I didn’t even have a real moment to panic that Drake and I had sex, that he’d taken my virginity. “My parents came home last night.”
“Fuck,” Drake swore. He quickly got dressed as well and helped me down. Vomit rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down.
I didn’t know which was worse: losing my virginity to a near stranger, my hangover, or my parents coming home. But I knew I would quickly find out.
4
Elizabeth
“Where in the hell have you been?!” my dad roared as I scrambled out of Drake’s truck, almost falling in the process. I heard Drake get out as well, and my dad tracked his movements like a lion as he came around to stand next to me. “Young man, go home,” my dad snapped as he stormed down the porch toward me. My knees were practically knocking together in fear. “This does not concern you.”
“It does, actually,” Drake said. He cleared his throat, meeting my dad’s gaze evenly when my dad turned his glare on Drake. “We were studying for an assignment together, and we lost track of time, so I had her stay at my place last night since I didn’t feel comfortable driving home while I was so tired. I’m sorry for the problems it’s caused, and we didn’t mean to make you worry, sir. I can even give you my mom’s number, and she can vouch that we were there all night.”