Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46858 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I try to tame the nerves bursting up inside of me.
It’s similar to when I had a fight in my amateur boxing career, a close call, waiting for the referee to tell us who won.
Similar….
Except ten, twenty, a hundred times more intense.
When my phone finally lights up, I pick it up quickly, squeezing it so hard I have to remind myself to be careful so I don’t break this one, too.
I was going to ask if you’re telling the truth, but I’m done with that. I’m going to tell you how I feel…and hope this is real. Pray for it.
I saw you from the bus the same day you saw me, Eli. And I wanted you too. I wanted to be with you. I wanted a family. I wanted a future and a house full of happy laughter and little footsteps.
I thought I was crazy for even thinking something like that. We’d never talked. I didn’t know your name.
But it’s the truth. There have been comments that made me wonder if you felt the same, but I didn’t want to be the one to say it first.
A smile spreads across my lips, wide, so much happiness teeming inside of me that I feel like a new man.
I find it difficult to accept that, not too long ago, I had a reputation for being grumpy and distant.
With my woman, I feel anything but.
When I open my mouth to speak, Della urgently shakes her head, making her luxurious brown hair shift around.
Instead of speaking, I cradle her cheek, feeling the warmth of her want blazing through her, pressing against my skin.
I lean down, kissing her lips softly.
Or I mean to be soft, but then she makes that whimpering noise, the one that has me almost roaring with need, the one that takes me right to the edge.
I lean back, grabbing my phone, typing fast.
I felt it instantly.
She types quickly, too, looking at me in between each word, a sly smile spreading across her lips. Are you sure this isn’t a line?
None of this is a line, I reply. Maybe we’re crazy. Both of us. But it’s genuine.
Her smile gets even wider, even sweeter.
It’s taking everything I have, all the willpower I’ve ever stowed up, not to slide my hand up her leg again.
Knowing she wants the same has made the act even more significant, the end of my cock aching in anticipation of her hole.
I felt how tight she was when I slipped my finger inside, felt her sex quivering around me, ready to give me everything.
I know she’s going to squeeze onto my shaft just as firmly, going to make me roar as I push deep.
I’m sorry it has to be this way, she texts.
I look at her, shaking my head slowly. I want to speak, but the movie must be on a quiet part. The walls are so thin in here and there’s every chance Hudson and Tina would hear us.
I’m willing to tell him right now, I text. I know it’s not ideal, but I’m not ashamed.
I’m not ashamed either, she replies. But I don’t want him to find out like this. Please. I want to prepare him.
Do you think he’ll take it badly?
I’m not sure, she replies. I hope not. But it’s going to be a shock. I’m sure about that.
I nod, staring into her eyes. She stares back.
Lust scorches between us. It’s all in our expressions.
We can read each other. We were made for it.
I want you so badly, I type. I want to take your sweet virgin sex even more than I did before…now I know you want the same. It’s like my body’s trying to make me do it. Trying to make me tear off your dress and drive between your legs.
She bites her lip as she reads, her body shivering a little, making her modest cleavage shake for me. My hands tighten with the carnal desire to reach over and start massaging them.
I feel bad, she replies. We were interrupted before I had a chance to do anything for you.
Her cheeks are deep red, her gaze skittish, but then she looks at me as though with an effort.
I’m hardly able to type the message, but I manage it.
What would you do?
What would you want me to do? she counters.
My mind pulses with the image of what I want, short of guiding my tip to her soaked slit, pushing her lips apart, listening to her whimper and moan as I take her inch by inch until I’m buried all the way, her sex kissing my shaft.
Bend you over, I type. Slip my cock in between your curvy ass. And then, when I’m about to explode, come all over your gorgeous fucking tits. That’s what I’d do, Della.
She looks at the door, sighing shakily, then back to me.