Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Don’t stop—either.”
I don’t have to ask what she means by either. She wants more talking and more touching, which is more than fine by me.
I slip my hand over her feminine haven, finding her bud and pushing my finger against it. She gasps and closes her leg around my hand. I growl, gently biting her nipple, kissing, owning, obsessing.
“I wanted you the first moment I saw you,” I growl. “You drove me crazy in those summer dresses you always wear.”
“Those—old—things?” she pants.
“Yes,” I snarl. “They’re perfect. They show your figure so damn well. They show your shape, Callie, your curves, your everything.” I rub her pearl from side to side, up and down, applying more pressure, savoring the feel of her wetness, the sensation of her body trembling. “I wanted to fuck you the first moment I saw you. I wanted more than that, too.”
I can’t take it anymore. I start kissing down her body, over her mounds, past her stomach, toward her sanctuary. I grip her pants and her underwear together in greedy handfuls, then pull them down her body, revealing the tender planes of her thighs and the glistening pinkness of her virgin entrance.
Tossing her clothes onto the floor, I stare at her wetness, my breath coming fast, my cock swelling even more, somehow. I slide my hands up her thighs, kissing up her skin as I go, tasting her sweat, tasting just her. The closer I get to her gates, the more intense her scent becomes, gripping me on a primal, wild level.
I slide my hand around to her ass, indulgently grabbing her as I finally begin to kiss her slick folds. Her moaning almost makes me rush the process, almost turning me into a full beast. I could tear off my pants, guide my precome-slick head to her entrance, drive in and take her virginity savagely, push and push until I’m fully buried inside of her. I could own every single inch.
But this is her first time. And I don’t want to rush things, anyway. I want this to last for as long as I can draw it out. I want to savor every songlike moaning noise she makes. I want to revel in the slickness of her hole, the neediness of her horny nub. I take her clit in my mouth, sucking, pushing my tongue against it.
“Oh—fuck—”
I look up briefly to see that she’s grabbed a pillow, shoved it against her face. She’s biting down as if she can’t believe how good it feels. I bring my finger to her entrance, circle it slowly at the same time as licking her clit. She let out a long cock-twitching moan when I pushed my finger inside.
All the time, I’m sucking, licking, lavishing her clit with attention. I’ve never been hungrier, more consumed. My mind flashes with memories of her, her summer dresses rubbing against her body, her bouncing up and down on the trampoline, in the gym, thrusting, moaning, rehearsing for this moment.
She gasps and slides her hand over my head.
“Your mouth feels so good,” she gasps urgently, then bites down on the pillow again. “Oh—oh—oh…”
I wish I could somehow watch as her body trembles for me, float up in the room, and stare down at her. But her sounds and her touch are enough. I flick my tongue against her needy-as-fuck clit, her haven making slick noises as I slide in and out, savoring the sound of her pulsing pussy. Her virgin hole grips me tighter and tighter the hungrier I get. She’s getting close to the edge, her lust expanding.
I feel when her orgasm is about to strike her. It’s not just from how her muffled moans get loud, even with the pillow trapping them. It’s the way her body talks to me, her walls getting tight around my finger, her clit growing hot in my mouth, her hips twitching.
I fuck her with my finger, suck on her clit, then close my eyes and savor the noise of her muffled screams into the pillow. My dick can hardly take any more, my head swimming with the desire.
I stand up when her body goes limp and orgasm has passed. She leans up on her elbows, causing her breasts to sway for me. Her eyes gleam with a mixture of desire and wonder.
“Heck, Gray,” she murmurs.
“Do you have any idea how innocent you sound when you say heck?”
She smiles. “Why do you sound like that turns you on, huh?”
She’s read me like a book—no surprise there. She leans forward, reaching for my pants. I’m stuck in place, captivated, too enthralled to move. “It’s almost like you want me to be your virgin, just yours…”
“It means you’ll only ever be mine,” I growl. “And I don’t care how crazy that makes me sound.”
“Remember what I said? It’s too late to care about sounding crazy…”