Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23544 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
“It may look like a lot, but I know what I’m doing with it.”
This would probably be a great time to tell him that I’m a virgin. That I don’t know what I’m doing with anything I’ve got going on—or what to do even in general. But I don’t want to ruin the mood or even scare him away. Do guys even like virgins? I’ve heard conflicting responses to that question.
Some people say yes, that guys want to be the first ones to “plant their flag” so to speak, but then I’ve heard other people say that guys want a girl with a little experience to her—just a little, mind you—so that she actually knows what she’s doing and doesn’t just “lay there like a dead fish.”
So I’m in a real spot here and have no idea what to do. Thankfully, Mal does.
He keeps working my clit while I lie there, mouth agape, staring up at him so helplessly, his massive erection pressed against the heat of my inner thigh. There’s such power in his eyes. I’d do anything for this man right now. Literally anything. I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing either.
I can feel a climax rising inside of me. All he has to do is keep doing what he’s doing, and I’m going to get there. I can see on his face that he knows that too. Yeah, you’re almost there, aren’t you, sweet thing? he asks me without saying anything. I know you are, because I’m incredible at what I do.
I nod back. Yes, you fucking are. I’m right on the edge, you incredible man.
But just before it all happens—before the fireworks launch and burst in the sky—Mal stops. He pulls his hand away, letting go of the pressure on my magic spot.
“I—what are you—?” I gasp like a little girl whose mom just took her Barbie from her. It’s like a splash of cold water directly in my face. My orgasm is still right there, though, hanging like a sword above my head, ready to drop at any moment.
But before I can even continue, Mal leans down over me with the full force of his hard, chiseled body. “Hush now, baby,” he purrs, his voice low, his eyes fixed on mine.
And then I feel it. The thick head of his manhood pressing against my entrance.
Wow, this is really happening, isn’t it?
He has no idea I’m a virgin, and if there was any time to tell him, this would be it. But still, I say nothing. I bite down on my lower lip as he presses forward with his hips and slides into me.
The sensation is like nothing I’ve felt before and impossible to describe. Pain and pleasure flow into me as he spreads me apart. I feel myself being stretched, and the urge to clamp my legs on him hits me, but I resist. No, don’t do that, you dumb bitch! He’ll hate you! I force them apart wider and reach up and grab him by those huge strong muscles below his arms—those huge back muscles, what are they called again?
Lats! They’re called lats.
His are huge and thick, just like his cock, which he’s pushing into me like I’m used to this sort of thing. And why should he think anything different? I haven’t given him any reason to.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he groans, closing his eyes and tilting his head back toward the ceiling.
His words fill me with praise, like a brand-new puppy being taught a new trick by its owner. I’ve never had an ego before, but maybe I’m starting to grow one now. If anyone could cause me to even be the slightest bit arrogant, it would be this man. This Adonis of a man.
I move my hands from his lats to his front, using my fingertips to trace the lines of his body, from his pecs down to his sculpted abs. It’s like a private male anatomy lesson.
The feeling of his cock inside me is overwhelming. I’m still being stretched with every single thrust, but the pain is subsiding—in fact, it’s almost gone, leaving me with nothing but waves of pleasure to float on. It’s like lying on my back in the world’s most wondrous ocean while the world’s most incredible man has his way with me. Who could even dream up such a scenario?
More and more—faster and faster. He pumps me like a wild beast, lowering himself on top of me like we’ve been lovers for years.
“That’s it, sweet thing,” he growls in my ear. “Take it. Take every single inch.”
“I never thought—I didn’t think I could…” I admit.
“Are you on the pill?”
There’s no way I should let this random man come inside of me. But there’s also no way in hell I’m going to stop him either. “Yes,” I say firmly.