Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
My knee wedged in between hers, and I fell in between her splayed thighs in the next breath.
“Fuck,” I said the moment my hardened cock felt the heat of her pussy.
Her tongue rubbed sensuously against mine, coaxing and baiting at the same time.
Her fingernails clawed my back as I started to ground my cock into her.
Her indrawn breath in the next second had me pulling back from her, watching as her body arched into mine.
And then she came.
A blush rushed up from her chest, starting at her collarbone and going all the way up to her hairline.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed. “What the hell was that?”
She looked genuinely confused.
I stared at her like she’d grown a second head.
“You don’t know what an orgasm is?” I asked her.
She bit her lip.
“I’ve never felt anything like that,” she breathed. “And you never got close to me with anything but your cock…which was still in your pants, I might add.”
I should’ve known then that she was a virgin.
Not many people didn’t know what an orgasm ‘really’ felt like.
Even if they did it on their own, most knew what it felt like.
But, like the clueless dumbass I was, I ignored the warning signs.
Such as how she blushed when she’d come.
Or how she seemed genuinely clueless about what to do with her hands and legs.
She had the kissing part down, however, and that was what I was focusing on when I started to work her panties down her legs.
She lifted her ass, helping me along as I did.
While she pulled her panties off the rest of the way, I worked my cock free of my pants, then grabbed my wallet and fished out the one and only condom from the inside pocket.
I prayed that it wasn’t expired, but I would be using it anyway since my cock was now ruling all of my actions instead of my brain.
I was frantic to be inside of her; my control having vanished with Freya’s clothes.
And she wasn’t helping any.
Each time I tried to gather some restraint, she’d use her nails. Or her mouth. Or her legs.
Before long, it was all I could do to hold myself up as I got the condom situated and in place covering my cock.
I made a mental note to talk to her about getting tested so we could ditch the condoms, but she made that thought—and any others—disappear when her legs pulled me in close.
Once my cock touched the heat of her, I lost all ability to think.
I slammed inside of her, not even realizing until too late that she was a virgin.
“Fuck,” Freya hissed, arching her back, and not in a happy way.
Her legs tightened on my ribs, and she started to push me away with her hands.
I stayed there, fighting her hold, as I looked into her eyes.
“You’re…” I croaked, leaning back so I could see her face. “What?”
There were tears in her eyes.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, stilling my body and staring at her in dismay.
Her lip quivered, and a lone tear slipped over.
“Shit,” I said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on the tear where it disappeared into her hairline.
Her pussy clenched around me, making my heart skip a beat.
Then she lifted her hips and I sank inside even further.
“Goddammit,” I sank my head into the crook of her neck, trying to deep breathe to gain some control over the situation. “If I’d known, I wouldn’t have been so rough.”
She pulled on my hair, and I pulled back to look at her.
The tears were gone, and in their place was understanding.
“I’m okay,” she said.
I swallowed thickly.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated again.
I had never been with a virgin. Not even my wife had been a virgin.
We’d lost our virginities to each other’s best friends.
She’d lost it to Davy Gains, my best friend since fourth grade. I’d lost mine to Haley Crow, her best friend since they were toddlers.
It’d happened on the same night, too.
So no, this was incredibly new to me.
Even my first hadn’t been a virgin.
But God, had I known Freya would be that tight, I would’ve had a completely different outlook on this night.
On us.
On her.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
She shook her head frantically. “No.”
“Can I move?” I asked.
She shook her head again. “No.”
I closed my eyes as I started to deep breathe.
I was fairly sure if I didn’t get the chance to move sometime soon, my dick would literally fall off from lack of blood flow.
I reversed our positions, rolling onto my back as I held onto her hips.
She rolled with me, gasping as the move placed me impossibly deeper inside of her.
Yet she proved once again that she was stronger than she appeared by starting to stand even though I didn’t want her to.
“Stay,” I ordered her. “It’ll get better.”
“It already is better,” she admitted softly, her blush overtaking her face.