Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“Levi,” I cried out.
Was this right? Was this how it was supposed to feel? Nirvana shook me as my body bucked against him, and I made noises I didn’t recognize as my own.
“Fuuuck!” he shouted, his eyes wide, looking down at me. He jerked against me, his mouth falling slightly open.
Warmth filled me, and I continued to tremble as delightful waves shot through me.
“Goddamn,” he groaned as I held on to his arms, the spasms still grabbing me. “You’re gonna have to stop before I lose control and start fucking you again.”
“You can do it again so soon?” I asked, sounding as if I’d just sprinted a mile.
He rested his forehead against mine. “Yes. But you’re going to be sore, and I need to clean you up. I can’t keep my dick inside you all damn night, although right now, that’s exactly what I want to do.”
A smile spread across my face. It had been the single best experience of my life.
“Go ahead and smile, sweetheart,” he teased. “You just ruined me.”
“I ruined you?” I asked.
He let out a ragged sigh. “Completely.” He pressed a kiss to my nose before sliding out of me, then moving to my side. He shook his head, smiling. “You made a fucking mess.”
What did that mean?
“Did I bleed too much?” I asked, suddenly horrified.
He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me so that half of my body was on his chest. I felt the wetness then, and my eyes widened. If that was blood, I was going to die.
“You tensed up,” he said, brushing hair from my face.
I blinked, staring at him. How did I ask this? Was he aware how wet the bed was? Had I … peed? Oh God.
“You okay? Does it hurt?” he asked me, concern in his voice.
I closed my eyes, not able to look at him. This was awful. But he was going to see it. I couldn’t hide the fact that the sheets were going to need to be changed.
“I did something—I mean, I think it was me. The bed …” I was going to die. Right now, this very moment.
A rumble in his chest surprised me, and I opened my eyes to look at him.
He smirked, then reached up to brush my bottom lip. “I told you that you made a mess.”
Why did he not look disgusted or mad?
“It can’t be blood,” I said softly. I wasn’t about to look though.
“It isn’t. I have a little of your blood on my cock, but your ejaculation pretty much washed it away.”
“My what?”
He smirked at me. “As if it wasn’t enough that you have the tightest pussy in the fucking world and I got to claim that sweet hymen and make it mine, you also had to come so hard that you squirted. Which is one of my favorite fucking kinks. It’s hard to teach a girl to squirt, and you just did it all over my cock while squeezing the fuck out of my dick.” He grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him completely, and then he cupped my face in his hands. “Best sex of my life, and you were worried you wouldn’t be any good at it.”
The words I love you almost fell from my lips. I bit down on my tongue before I could say them. I stared down at him as the emotion, so strong, enveloped me. I should be terrified, but I wasn’t. Falling in love was beautiful. Even if I could never tell him. That wouldn’t be fair to him.
Thirty
Aspen
Walking into the activity room at the hospital, I was still smiling from my morning with Levi. If I had known sex would change him this way, I’d have been begging him for it much sooner. He’d been unable to keep his hands and mouth off me. My face flushed as I thought about how he’d sat me on the bathroom counter and brought me to an orgasm with his mouth.
“Oh! Hello. You must be Aspen. I’m Haisley.”
I was speechless for a moment. I was going to have to find reasons to keep Levi from coming back up here ever again. The other girl was stunning in a way that was completely intimidating. Much like Shiloh, she was everything I was not. Long jet-black hair fell like silk around her shoulders. Violet eyes—I’d never seen anyone with eyes that color. It was hard not to stare at her. Add in her olive skin tone, which made me completely envious, and perfect button nose.
“Um, yes. Uh, hi,” I replied.
She put a worn, ripped, and faded backpack down in the corner, then turned to smile at me. “Crazy morning at home. It’s a miracle I wasn’t late,” she said. “I can’t tell you how happy I am that we have someone else here to help. You’ll see soon enough, but this place can be overwhelming with just one volunteer.”