Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
The difference between old money and new money has never been so stark. At my private school, several girls came from generational wealth. The luxuries they experienced were far outside what any one person could do in a lifetime. And it wasn’t the staff and items that set them apart from the rest of us, it was the connections. The ability to connect with high-ranking officials at a moment’s notice. Having a number on their phone they were supposed to call in case of a scandal.
Enzo draws my focus back to him when he brings me to a bench in the garden. He sits down so close to me that his leg is pressed up against mine, and his hand lingers on the inside of my thigh. It sends warm, tingly feelings through my body.
The only warning I get he is going to kiss me is how his eyes linger on my lips for a second before he descends. He moves without hesitancy. There is an ingrained sense of confidence in Enzo. I saw it in the way he moved on the dancefloor. Each movement he makes is calculated and sure.
The stroke of his lips has all of my worries scurrying away. Unlike Enzo, I lack confidence with the opposite sex. I can’t picture myself being the one to make the first move. Yet, I can’t find a reason to be self-conscious when he kisses me as thoroughly as he is. The sweet kisses fade away and something else takes their place. Something hungrier. Dirtier. His mouth is rough against mine, pulling ragged breaths out of me as I struggle to keep up with him. My inexperience shows when I gasp for breath the second he moves his lips to my neck. It should be enough to stop him. Push him away. But it only spurs on his need for me.
I’m as unfamiliar with the sounds coming out of my mouth as the wetness pooling between my thighs. Arousal has always been theoretical to me. Something I know can happen but have never experienced personally. The close watch of my father limited my interactions with the opposite sex and while I knew I could make them happen if I wanted, I never felt the need to.
He finds a place at the base of my neck that has me scurrying on top of him, seeking more. More sensation. More pleasure. He delivers, manipulating the fabric of my skirt so it doesn’t get in our way as he lowers me down over his clothed crotch. I can feel his arousal against pressing into me, our clothes acting as the only barrier keeping me from seeking more. I gasp when he lifts his hips to grind into me.
“Tell me, tesorino, how do I make you feel good?”
He pulls my hips down onto him and leads me into a dirty bump and grind. I let out little whimpers as I bury my head into his neck, not wanting to answer him because I know it’ll make him stop.
He gives my ass a small slap. Not enough to hurt more than a little sting, but I crave more of it. He chuckles at my reaction. “Tell me.”
“I’ve never… I haven’t…”
His hips slow as he processes the words I’m not able to get out. I gasp out in frustration before trying to rub myself against him, trying to chase the high I know is coming. He tightens his grip, holding me still.
“Are you telling me you haven’t done this before? Haven’t done anything before?”
“That was the first time I’ve kissed a man.”
I expect him to balk. To pull away from me. Instead, he finds something incredibly pleasing about my answer, because his eyes practically roll into the back of his head as he lets out a feral moan. It lights me up from the inside.
“Fuck. You don’t know how much it turns me on to hear that.”
He shoots me a wicked smile before he pulls me in for another, deeper kiss. “I love that I’m the only man who has ever gotten to hear those moans. The only man to pull them out of you. After tonight, I’m going to leave you ruined for everyone else so every time you get turned on, you’ll only be able to think about me.”
His hands start their exploration, unrepentant in the way they move across my body. They squeeze my waist, cup my breasts, and stroke my thighs. I’m a shivering mess by the time he brings his hand up to my wet core.
I have to bury my face in his shoulder to muffle my moans as he strokes me. He hasn’t entered me, just teases me with light touches and I already feel like I’m going insane. I whimper into his neck as he works his first finger into me.