Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
“Ah fuck.” Chase buries his face against my neck. “You feel so fucking good, Cammie.” He gently bites his way along my jaw to my lips. “So hot and soft and wet.”
I tip my hips on his next roll and he slides low, the blunt head pressing against my opening. I moan and tighten my legs around his waist. He pushes up on his arm, questions in his eyes.
His thumb sweeps along the side of my neck. “Cammie, baby?”
I clench at the pet name. “I want to if you want to,” I whisper, suddenly really fucking nervous.
His expression softens as he brushes his lips over mine. “There’s no pressure, okay? It’s whenever you’re ready.”
“I am.” I lick my lips. “I’m ready.” And I mean it. I want this with Chase. He always takes care of me, makes sure I come, that I feel good, that I’m comfortable with the things we try. Sometimes they don’t work and we end up laughing, but most of the time it’s hot and a little dirty and I love it. I’m definitely falling for him. And there’s nothing more intimate than allowing him into my body.
“You’re sure?” His cock twitches.
“I’m sure.” I run my fingers through his hair and swallow thickly.
He tips his head. “I promise it’s okay if you’re not. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”
“I know.” I bite the inside of my cheek. I just need to spit it out. “I haven’t before.”
His brow furrows, then shoots up. “Haven’t as in…” He lets it hang.
“I haven’t had sex before.”
His breath leaves him on a whoosh. “You’re a virgin?”
I bite my lips together and nod. What if he rejects me? What if he says no? What if he doesn’t want me?
He lifts his hips and adjusts his position, shaft gliding over my clit. He takes my face in his hands and presses his lips gently to mine. “Are you sure this is how you want this to happen? I could take you to a hotel, get champagne and rose petals. It should be special, Cammie.”
“It’s you. It will be special.” I finger an errant curl at the nape of his neck. “A hotel and all those things just sound like too much pressure. I want it to be here, where I’m comfortable.”
He gazes down at me, expression intense. “You’re sure you don’t want rose petals and a king bed?”
“I’m sure. We’re here now.”
“Okay.” He brushes his lips over mine. “Let me just grab a condom.”
“There are a couple in the nightstand. They came in the welcome bag from the health center.” I don’t know why I feel the need to explain when I’ve just told him it’s my first time.
He gazes down at me, and I look up at him.
His swallow is audible. “I have better ones.”
“Are they ribbed for my pleasure?” I ask, mostly joking.
“Not quite.” He gives me a quick kiss, rolls off me, and rummages around in his backpack until he finds his wallet.
I lie on the bed trying to figure out what’s so special about his condoms while staring at his magnificent ass. I’m about to lose my virginity. This is a huge deal. The biggest deal of my freshman year in university.
Chase spins around. His massive cock sticks out like a divining rod. He’s holding a green foil packet in his hand. He takes one look at me and crosses back over to the bed. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Good. Great. Awesome.” The pitch of my voice belies the lie.
He sits down next to me, expression serious. It would be easier to handle if his giant cock wasn’t straining next to my elbow. “We don’t have to.”
I close my legs. “I know. I want to.”
“It might hurt at first.” He seems really displeased by this possibility.
I nod. “There’s a good chance. Even with my limited experience I’m highly aware you have a really big dick.”
He doesn’t disagree with me. “We’ll go slow. And if you want to stop, we’ll stop.” He’s very emphatic about the last part. Which I appreciate.
“Okay.”
He sets the condom on the nightstand and stretches out beside me. “Let me get you ready.”
“Shouldn’t I already be ready?”
“You can never have enough foreplay.” He kisses me and trails his fingers down my stomach. He teases me with a gentle touch that lights me up and keeps me on edge, but never tips me over. Eventually he fits himself between my thighs and we make out, grinding against each other until I’m begging him for more.
Chase grabs the condom from the nightstand and I watch as he tears it open and pinches the tip, taking mental notes as he rolls it down his generous length. He stretches out over me and his erection rubs against me. Chase cups my cheek in his warm palm and his hot gaze locks on mine.