Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
The deep guttural tone in his words hit me straight in the gut with the force of an eighteen-wheeler and when Calvin said it, I believed I was beautiful. I leaned into him, pressing my body against his hard one to get as close as I could to how he made me feel.
“Yes, Cal. Oh!” He surprised a squeal out of me when my feet left the ground and his grip tightened around my waist. “What are you doing?”
“Getting a little more comfortable,” he purred in my ear. “Is that a problem for you?”
I shook my head, unable to look away from the sparkle that lit his face even as he laid me across what felt like a massage table. “No, uh, not for me.”
“Good,” he said and wrapped his lips around the hard peak that was my nipple, tugging enough to send lightning bolts of pleasure from my head to my toes. His mouth moved back and forth, teasing my nipples while his hands roamed up and down my body, stopping at the patch of hair at the center of my body. One finger slid between the folds and moved slowly. Up and down, up and down.
“Oh my God!” My eyes snapped open and I jackknifed to a sitting position so I could get a good look at just what this man was doing to me.
“Yes,” I moaned this time unable to look away from the sight of one long, thick finger disappearing into my body, stretching me wide. It was almost uncomfortable but was overshadowed by the goosebumps prickling my skin, the way that one little touch ignited a firestorm of emotions and sensations within me.
“Too much?”
“No,” I panted, shaking my head. “I mean yes, but in a good way. A really, really good way.”
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, sweet Bonnie.” The intent in his eyes was crystal clear. He wanted me badly and pleasure was the name of the game.
My heart raced, feeling as if there was something significant about this moment. Something important, but I didn’t know what, so I closed my eyes and let the feelings Calvin caused overtake me.
“Oh God! Oh God! Yes!” His tongue replaced his finger between my thighs and it was the best thing I’d ever felt. Ever.
His tongue was hot and cool, rough and smooth, the moisture a sharp contrast to the rough touch against my clit. Calvin moaned and the sound ricocheted through me, vibrating like the earth was shaking around me. It was too much but it was almost not enough as my body strained to reach for something just out of my reach. Of course I knew what it was, but I didn’t know-know.
I couldn’t know.
No one, not even Maisie had prepared me for how I would feel when that first orgasm washed over me. It was incredible, like I was free from everything and floating on a cloud made up wholly of desire and satisfaction. It was more than I ever dreamed of.
As my body arched into Cal and my fingers tangled in his hair, I now understood what the big damn deal was. Sex was wonderful. Better than chocolate. Better than booze.
Better than oxy.
More addicting too.
“Calvin, yes. More please.” I didn’t know what more would feel like but I wanted more. I wanted to feel just like this. Again and again.
Always.
“You want more.” He repeated the words and slid two fingers deep inside of me and like the slut Mother had accused me of being, I arched into him and spread my legs, silently begging for more.
“Then let’s give you more.” Cal pulled his fingers from my body and put them in his mouth.
“My God, you’re filthy!”
His deep laugh was full of amusement even as he took a step back, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch as he quickly removed his clothes. “Filthy? I just had my mouth all over you.”
“I know but…how does it taste?”
Cal shucked his jeans off his legs, boxers too and kicked them aside before peeling the t-shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind him. He stepped close until he stood between my legs, his fingers sifting through my hair gently, fingertips teasing me until he found the perfect spot. “Have a taste and tell me.”
“Now?”
Cal nodded and I put both palms to his cheeks and brought his mouth down to mine. Kissing him tentatively at first but then as the taste of me, of us, hit my tongue, I felt something else altogether.
Hungry.
The kiss deepened but I didn’t know if it was me or Cal. All I knew was that we were lost in a fog of lust and want, of limbs and hands and then he was on the table between my legs, stroking his cock with one hand and rubbing my clit with his thumb. “Well?”