Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Are we really going to do this?
“We’re having sex?” I ask, breathless from our kiss.
“Yeah, sweetheart, we are. Unless you don’t want to.”
“I do,” I say quickly. “I’m just…”
“Nervous?”
“A little.”
“You can trust me,” he vows. “I’d never hurt you.”
“I know.”
He sets me to my feet and then rips off my sweater like it offends him. I can’t smother a giggle that escapes me.
“Take off your clothes, beautiful. I want to see you naked and waiting on my bed.”
His words have desire coiling in the pit of my stomach. Slowly, I strip out of my jeans and panties, shivering at the ravenous way he watches me.
“Open that drawer,” he instructs. “We’re going to need lube and a condom.”
I’m glad he knows what he’s doing because I sure as heck don’t. Obviously I know what sex is and the supplies you need to make it a success, but in the moment, my brain doesn’t seem to want to work. I prefer when he instructs me on what to do.
He moves like a panther—seductive, slow—as he undresses. I’m nearly giddy at the idea of seeing all of him. Every naked inch. With my teeth gnawing into my bottom lip, I watch as he sheds his coat and tie. The white fabric of his shirt barely contains his sculpted muscles. My mouth waters when he begins unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his undershirt. He pulls off the dress shirt and I’m dazzled by the way his undershirt strains over his body. His bicep bulges as he reaches behind his neck to yank his undershirt off. I follow the fabric as it tugs free of his slacks and reveals tanned, chiseled abs with a dark happy trail beneath his belly button.
“Say something,” he commands. “I can’t tell if you like what you see or if you’re terrified.”
My eyes snap to his. “A little of both. Mostly turned on. A little scared you might vanish and this is all a cruel dream.”
He chuckles, low and deep, tossing away his undershirt. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. Not with the most beautiful girl lying on my bed looking like a fucking vision.”
I flush at his words. He undoes his belt and then unfastens his slacks. I’m enraptured at the teasing reveal of his masculine form hiding beneath his pants. Black boxers are tight around his bulging erection, giving me a preview of what lies beneath.
I clench my thighs together, wondering how this is going to work. He couldn’t get two fingers in last night, but I’m somehow supposed to take his cock, which is much, much thicker than a couple of fingers. He’s going to split me in half with that thing.
I don’t even care at this point.
I just want it—him.
He pushes down his boxers and his cock bobs heavily, jutting toward me. The tip glistens with pre-cum. His electric blue eyes pin me to the mattress as he takes his thickness in his hand. Slowly, he strokes over the hard flesh, squeezing at the tip, making the cum drip down over his finger.
I want to taste him.
“Can I touch you?” I murmur, sitting up on my elbows.
“You can do whatever you want, beautiful. I want this to be good for you. Your first time should be special.”
My heart flutters. Who knew my statistics teacher could be such a romantic?
“I want to taste you,” I whisper. “But I don’t want to do it wrong.”
His smile is sexy and wicked. “You could never do anything wrong as far as I’m concerned. I have an idea.” He lies down on the bed on his back. “Come sit on my face.”
I must be gaping at him in confusion because his boyish laughter rumbles the bed. Feeling playful myself, I stick my tongue out at him. He grabs my hips, hauling me over him and positioning me right where he wants me.
“Callum,” I choke out, voice shaking.
“Just lick and suck on it. You’ll get the hang of it. Besides, I’m going to distract you so you don’t worry your pretty little head off.”
The heat of his mouth on my pussy has me groaning. He licks me from my clit all the way to my asshole, his fingers digging into my hips. I’m momentarily blinded by bliss.
“Told you,” he says, words hot against my flesh. “See if you can drive me just as crazy as I’m about to drive you.”
Emboldened, I take his engorged cock in my small hand. I attempt to make my fingers touch, but he’s too thick. I’m amazed and simultaneously worried about how this thing is supposed to fit inside my body. With a flick of my tongue, I tentatively lick at the glistening pre-cum, tasting his salty seed. His groan is downright feral.
“You’re going to fucking kill me,” he rasps out. “My sweet, sweet darling girl.”
I melt at his praise and throw myself into the task of making him feel good. I’ve never given head before, but it can’t be that hard. I know the logistics of it. Kind of like kissing, but with more sucking and less biting.