Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Peter’s the only guy I’ve ever been with.”
He smirks. “We’ve had this discussion before.”
“No, I mean…” I feel like an idiot, but if I can feel like an idiot around anyone, it’s Frankie. “I told you Peter had a really tiny dick, so…”
I glance at his girthy erection, and he follows my gaze.
It clearly takes him a moment to realize what I’m getting at, and it makes him crack a cocky smile.
“That wasn’t meant as a compliment,” I tell him, chuckling. “But you can feel free to take it as one.”
“Ev, I can tell you that I haven’t had any complaints about the size.”
“No, I’m sure. I’m just…a little nervous. That’s all I was saying.”
Despite his amusement with the whole situation, he cups my face and runs his thumb across my cheek. “Look, I’m sure Peter was like a battering ram because he didn’t give a shit about anyone other than himself, but we can go slow. Until you’re comfortable.”
“Just not for too long,” I say with a wink, making him crack a smile again.
He glances to the side like he’s thinking about something. “Hold on one sec.”
He rises from the bed, that stiff cock stretched out in front of him, and I have to admit, even though he’s said that he’ll go slow, I’m a little uneasy.
Obviously, I’ve seen guys take bigger than that in porn, but considering I’ve had such limited experience, and Peter hardly prepared me for something like this, I’d be lying if I acted all cool and like I could totally handle that.
Frankie retrieves a condom and bottle of lube from the drawer.
He crawls back onto the bed to me. “Come here,” he says, taking my arm and guiding me toward the headboard.
He lies back and rests his head on a pillow before tearing through the condom wrapper with his teeth. He tosses the wrapper aside and suits up.
“Straddle me,” he says like he would a command from our training sessions.
“If I obey, do I get Reese’s Pieces?” I ask.
“I got a better treat than that for you tonight.”
His words fill me with eager anticipation. And even though I’m nervous and a little uneasy, I feel safe knowing I’m doing this with Frankie—who I know would never do anything to hurt me. Frankie who cares about me and isn’t making me feel like some pathetic moron for freaking out about this a little bit.
“You can ride me until you get comfortable,” he says as he pours some lube in his palm before rubbing it across his shaft. “It’ll make it easier and you can go at your own pace. Trust me, you’re not the first guy who’s had this issue.”
He winks, and I smile because that actually makes me feel better.
As I straddle his waist, I reach behind me and grab his cock.
I cringe at the thought of trying to take all that.
“Ev, relax. You’re thinking too much. Just like when you’re a pup.”
He sits up, leans into me, and says, “Just get over here and kiss me before I have to make you sit in the corner like a bad little pup.”
“Am I being a bad pup?”
“Right now, it’s okay to be a bad pup.” He winks again.
“Fucking Frankie,” I tease before I move forward and lick up the middle of his lips, but just as soon as I do, I feel his hand at the back of my head. He forces me close for a kiss.
I relax into it, and soon, his hands are all over my body again, making me feel so fucking beautiful, like he’s worshiping every part of me.
How did we never explore this together when it feels this incredible? How did we not realize how fucking hot this could be?
He takes his time, putting some more lube on his forefinger and middle finger before sliding them inside me—relaxing me, soothing me. My tension dissolves with every kiss and every subtle movement he makes in my hole.
“Frankie.” I can’t help but mutter his name against his lips.
I love the care he’s taking with my ass. It reminds me of why he’s the person I want to share this with.
“How do you feel?” he whispers.
“I’m ready, Frankie. More than ready.”
He smirks before sliding his fingers out. I can feel him lining his cock up with my hole, and I back my ass up.
I trust Frankie…trust him with my worry…trust him with my body.
I want him inside me. I want him to dominate me so bad.
I sit back as he works the head of his cock inside me.
I break our kiss long enough to moan at just how nice the pressure feels.
He smiles—not a conceited smile this time but like he’s pleased to see my reaction.
He watches me as he inches his way inside.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I tell him as I start to grow uneasy.