Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
“Sitter for our kids?” I hiss, laughing once she’s gone. “What was that?”
Lyle chuckles and takes my hand. “Just an excuse so I can get you out of here and back to the house as quickly as possible.”
He soaks me in with his gorgeous eyes as he stares at me from across the table. I feel completely taken by him as I sit there and barely even notice when our dinner is placed in front of us. The meal itself goes by in a flash, and before I know it, we’re back in the car headed home again.
My heart is fluttering in my chest. This is really about to happen, isn’t it?
The last hint of sunlight is going down over the horizon as we pull into the driveway, which is surprisingly empty.
“No Delilah? She’s not staying here anymore either?” I ask.
“She’s back with her dad,” Lyle replies. “Let’s not talk about her right now.”
The thought of Delilah being back with her drug-dealing, criminal father worries me a bit to say the least, but Lyle leans in and kisses me, sweet and soft, with just a hint of his tongue between my lips.
My whole world blooms, as though someone just turned the dial up on the universe past where it’s supposed to be.
An electric tingle shoots up my spine, causing me to shake in my seat.
So this is what it’s like.
I feel an enormous sense of loss when he pulls away and leave my lips hanging open, my entire body waiting for another kiss.
“We should get upstairs,” he says. He opens his car door, but before he can exit the car, I take him by the wrist.
“Lyle, there’s something I should tell you first.” I really hope this doesn’t put a damper on his plans, but I also shouldn’t be concealing this from him either.
“You’re an alien?” he teases.
“No,” I sigh and giggle, feeling semi-relieved. “I’ve never done…you know before.”
Lyle gets my meaning immediately and reaches a hand down between my thighs. “And you thought I’d be worried about that?” I nod nervously. “Well, don’t be, silly. That means you’ll be mine. All mine.”
Before I can react, Lyle comes around to my side of the car, lifts me into his arms, throws me over his shoulder, and starts to carry me up into the apartment. I knew he was strong, but he carries me like I weigh absolutely nothing, using one arm, and uses the other to open the door. The next thing I know, he’s laying me down on my back on the bed and pulling his shirt off.
Muscles. So many muscles. His physique is unbelievable. If he ever got laid off at the shop, he could definitely get a job in the fitness modeling industry.
He stares down at me with a possessive intensity in his eyes that makes me feel so small in such a good way. I feel owned by him, like nothing else in the world matters at this moment but him and me.
“I’ve been thinking about you since the moment I saved you from those men.” There’s an unmistakable lust in his eyes too, but a lust that I welcome – that I want.
He leans down and takes the hem of my dress and pulls, lifting it up over my knees, my thighs, and then my waist.
“Look at you with no panties on,” he says, his voice low, almost a growl. “Look at that cute little pink slit.”
I’m blushing now, but not from embarrassment. This is all just new to me. I want Lyle to see me. He leans down and kisses me right on my sex, sending a jolt of sensation through me that shakes my whole body. Just one kiss, that’s all. Then he stands and unzips his pants, letting them drop to his knees. And then I see it.
I may be a virgin, but I know enough to know when a man is blessed with size. And Lyle has more than enough inches to never be threatened by any man. In fact, I can feel my eyes go wide when I see it.
“Oh my” is all I say.
“That’s right.” Lyle grins. “I’m going to spread your virgin hole nice and wide, baby.”
Up until now, he’s been such a gentleman, and now hearing him talk dirty to me does something to me inside. My arousal level skyrockets and I let out a moan beneath him.
“Yes, please,” I whimper back.
He leans down on top of me and lifts my dress up and completely off of me so I’m completely naked, then cups my breasts and kisses me on the neck just beneath my ear. I gasp and reach out, taking hold of his muscular back with both hands as the sensations ripple through me.
I feel weak beneath his massive frame, knowing he could lift me or pin me down with ease if he chose. And I love it. He has complete control over me, and after spending my entire teenage life in control of others – my mother or my own life – giving up control to Lyle feels incredible.