Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44562 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 223(@200wpm)___ 178(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Now that he’d seen everything and kept on going, she felt a unique sense of relief and freedom. She didn’t have to deny herself any longer.
Tonight, she’d lose her virginity to a biker. The Straight to Hell VP. It was all surreal. But sex was one thing. A lasting connection required so much more. They had attraction, friendship, romance, and intimacy—but he didn’t know the real her. And she didn’t know the real Brick. Until they shared more about who they were, this was all just fun and games.
Callie was falling in love with Brick. Every time she saw him, her heart raced. He made her feel alive, beautiful, and safe. Her entire world was morphing into something new—no more shitty apartment, no more pinching pennies, no more dealing with Jeff’s mood swings.
Her thoughts were drowned out when Brick’s mouth came down over her pussy, his tongue flicking her clit until she was arching off the mattress. He was filthy and determined to make her see stars. She never thought she’d enjoy something like this, but he made it feel like raw ecstasy. Callie peered down and saw his broad, inked shoulders and part of his back as he devoured her pussy. She loved his body, every hard, muscular inch. It was one of the reasons she felt insecure being with him. Any woman would dream to be with a man like him. And the club was overrun with half-naked, beautiful women.
His hands slid under her ass, keeping her in place as he rubbed his face against her folds. He was enjoying this as much as she was. When he settled over her sensitive clit, suckling her without reprieve, the pressure began to build deep in her core.
“Brick!”
He didn’t stop, rather began flicking his tongue faster until she was writhing on the bed like a madwoman. The orgasm came barreling forward like a freight train, crashing in a blinding release. This was all new, and she imagined she’d become addicted to everything Brick after today.
She was a puddle on the bed, her breathing still heavy. Everything was a blur, and she vaguely remembered screaming Brick’s name. As the intensity of the moment died down, she became hyperaware of everything around her. She was scared to open her eyes and embarrass herself.
Callie finally peeked open one eye, only to find Brick smiling at her.
“You screamed my name.”
“Did I?”
He bit his lip, and it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen. “I wouldn’t forget a thing like that.” Brick winked then cupped her cheek, kissing her mouth, taking her under again.
He began unbuckling his belt without breaking the kiss. As much as she was nervous to lose her virginity, she was ready. More than ready. Her pussy was still tingling from coming all over his face.
“I want you so bad, baby. I want to come deep in your cunt. Make you mine.”
Why did his filthy mouth only turn her on more?
“Yes.” It was all she could manage.
He kicked off his jeans and mounted her. She didn’t dare look down to see his bare cock. Just the outline of him flaccid in his workout shorts was enough to give her pause. He wasn’t a small man in any way. He was power, strength, and virility combined.
She gasped as he dry thrust against her bare mound with his erection. Damn, he was hard, like a heavy lead bar pressed against her more sensitive parts.
“Relax for me, baby. I’ll try to go nice and slow.”
She hadn’t realized her nails were gripping both his shoulders in a death grip. He didn’t seem to care.
He positioned himself at her entrance, easily pushing in the thick tip. She was soaked, helping him ease his cock inch by inch into her virgin hole. Callie was starting to think she’d be a virgin for life. Once he filled her balls deep, he paused to kiss her neck and nip her ear. She tested her muscles around his erection. She couldn’t believe he was inside her. Sex may mean nothing to him, but it meant something special to Callie. A new bond seemed to forge between them the moment he penetrated her.
“Fuck you’re tight.” He whispered the words against her skin, followed by a masculine groan. In order to give him permission to continue, she wriggled beneath him. She wanted more, wanted to feel him claiming her, fucking her hard.
He deserved his own release after what he’d just given her.
And what kind of man, a biker no less, played the role of a gentleman for this long without walking out the door? He was something special, and all hers.
He began to pull out and slide back in, slow and steady, testing, moving with caution.
“You’re not hurting me, Brick. Please, I need you.”
His mouth claimed hers again, kissing her hard and desperate. Simultaneously, he began fucking her harder, one hand under her ass so he could fill her even deeper.