Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
“Stop making noises like that,” he growls, biting my ear. He gets faster, thrusting harder, reaching out and throwing his alarm away when it starts to blare. Our combined sweat glistens on our bodies and the blanket slides away. “Stop making noises like that, you’re killing me.”
“Shame,” I pant, looking him directly in the eyes. “Because I’m not even nearly there yet and if you come before I do I’ll never let you live it down.”
He stops and stares at me right before a wicked smirk lights up his face. “That sounds like a challenge.”
“Whatever makes me orgasm.”
“Drop your legs,” he commands. “Make them straight.”
I do so and he adjusts his position so my legs are closed and his thighs are straddling mine. He’s still buried inside of me but now the base of his cock is pressing directly on my pulsing clit.
My lips form an O when he rocks against me and I think I might get there way before he does.
“Challenge accepted,” he breathes against my lips and kisses me again.
He rocks just as hard as before but slower now so I really feel every drag and every millimeter of friction against that sensitive bundle of nerves.
I hum, enjoying this way more than I want to let on and he kisses up and down the side of my neck. His hand wanders, exploring my body, massaging me as he thrusts. It feels insane. It’s an entire range of feelings all at once.
I spiral so suddenly I don’t feel it coming until my inside is literally twisting itself and exploding outwards.
“Oh God, oh God, oh… God,” I groan, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders as the orgasm I never thought I’d have, attacks every inch of me. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Chuckling, he spreads my legs, hikes my thigh over his arm and powers into me, fucking me just like he promised. There’s no pain at all anymore, just tingling pleasure as my orgasm carries on at a lower level.
I’m covered in sweat and so is he but it doesn’t deter either of us from tasting the other’s skin. He tastes even better than he looks. I can’t get enough. I hold his body tight against mine as I do to him with my mouth what he’s been doing to me and feel him unravel. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and grips my ass with his hands between my body and the mattress. Every thrust is a powerful, frantic drive as he swells and spills himself inside of me.
He yells so loud I have to bring his face back to my neck and finally, he thrusts once, then twice, jerks with a gasp, and drops onto me like a dead weight.
“Wow,” I whisper, wishing I’d had sex sooner because I have been missing out.
I look at the broken alarm on the ground and squeal at the time.
“Get the fuck off me,” I hiss, shoving him to the side.
He laughs, unperturbed, and watches me look for my panties. “You might want to shower first. You’re covered in your virgin blood.”
I glare at the mess on and around the apex of my thighs and scowl when I see him smirking with so much pride.
“If you tell anybody about this, I will kill you in your sleep,” I hiss, pointing directly at him like an angry parent.
His grin stretches into a beaming smile. “Something tells me we won’t be doing much sleeping from now on.”
At that I laugh sardonically. “If you honestly think I’ll be doing this with you again, you’re deluded. You were okay but we both know I can do better.”
His face darkens. “You’re such a bitch.”
“You made me that way.”
“You’ll want more. They always do.”
“You’re so gross.”
He reaches into his nightstand, pulls out a cigarette and moves to the window to light it. “Be quick in the shower, I need to get your scent off my skin.”
“Since I’m the one rejecting you, that doesn’t hurt at all.” I pull a fresh towel out of the closet and look at him over my shoulder. “Thanks for warming me up… you know… for Marshall.”
I see his sneer before I turn and head towards the bathroom where I have the hottest shower of my life.
I managed to return to Mee-maw’s before she wakes up, and I get thirty minutes in bed before I have to get ready for school. I have my own clothes now, but I buy them myself and launder them myself. Mee-maw doesn’t approve of what I wear but ever since Grandpa’s death almost a year ago she leaves me alone when she’s not taking out her rage on me. I don’t go out of my way to hurt her but I do my own thing now within reason, without getting into any trouble.