Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
“I’m going to tear you up, Charlotte… in the best possible way.” He had his hand on the back of my neck, pulled me in roughly so my chest slammed against his, and then slanted his mouth on mine. The heavy weight of him against me had everything else fading away.
“Mine,” he growled, and I knew I’d never get tired of hearing him say that.
I was his.
Chapter Seven
Mateo
I’d never felt more out of control than I did in this very moment. Having Charlotte ready and willing, seeing her luscious body on display, knowing she was going to give herself over to me, had this beast rise up in me. My world was unraveling, and I’d never wanted it to more than I did in this second.
I wanted to look at her all night long, because I knew I’d never get my fill. She worried this was too fast, crazy even. I’d never felt anything was righter than having her in my room, about to have her on my bed. And the way she looked at me, made me feel like I was drunk, euphoria filling me. She stared at me with a desire I’d never thought I’d crave from someone.
My breathing was harsh, erratic. I was hard, my cock so fucking rock-solid I had no doubt the length could have drilled screws into wood. I should have more fucking control. But I understood this woman held all the cards. She was my addiction.
I stared down at her breasts, the mounds big and round. They’d overfill my hands. Her nipples were hard, the color this dark pink shade. I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t even fucking think straight. I reached out and cupped one large breast, running my thumb along the peak, seeing her arch her chest for me as if she couldn’t help it. My cock jerked and my balls drew up tight. Pre-cum was a steady flow from the tip of my shaft.
I kept envisioning pushing her thighs open and devouring her pussy, licking at that sweet cherry, plunging my tongue in her tight, hot depths.
“How ready are you, baby?” Fuck, was that my voice? It sounded distorted, like I was losing my control.
She didn’t answer for a long moment, but I could see she wanted to, that she couldn’t find her voice. She was too lost in the moment, same as me.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more ready for something than I am now,” she finally said, and I hummed in approval. “But, I can’t help but think this is all so crazy, all so fast.”
I wanted to ease her worries. I was surprised how instant that reaction in me was. “It feels good, right?” I didn’t touch her further and waited for her to answer. I wouldn’t rush her, wouldn’t pressure her into doing something she didn’t want to. Her body may be primed for me, but I wanted her mind there too.
“Am I crazy?” she whispered. “Because this feels good, Mateo. This feels… right.” She licked her lips and sighed. “I don’t want to stop. I want to be with you.”
And that’s all I had to hear to give her everything I was.
When she reached out and curled her nails into my biceps and I got into a better position between her thighs, feeling the hot, wet center of her body, I hissed out from the contact.
“Christ,” I said on a guttural groan.
I was sweating, beads covering my skin. And she was just as worked up. It’s like we’d run a marathon, yet we’d just gotten started.
I grabbed my cock and positioned myself at her pussy hole, my hand wrapped around the base of my dick, my throat dry, and my head dizzy. And then I was pushing into her, breaking through her hymen, burying myself to the hilt inside her until my balls pressed against her ass.
Fucking hell. Yes.
She gasped, no doubt from discomfort, and I didn’t move, just stayed still as I gave her time to adjust to my size, to the penetration.
I felt her pussy walls clench and relax around my cock, and I knew like hell I’d have a fucking hard time not coming within five minutes of thrusting in and out of her.
Don’t move. Let her get used to your size.
Fuck. I was hot for her.
I was a big man all over, in height, muscular build, and the sizing went for my dick too. I was cursing myself for not working her up more before I popped her cherry. She was tiny compared to me.
“Mateo… God, you’re huge inside me.”
I closed my eyes to try to rein in my control. I inhaled deeply. Charlotte smelled good, so fucking good it actually made my cock jerk.
I needed to be gentle with her, to break her in softly, sweetly. Once she was good and primed, used to my monster cock, then I’d really give it to her. Raw. Hard. Rough. And she’d love every minute of it. I had no doubt about that.