Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Good,” I whimper. “I like that…You don’t need to control yourself with me.”
Dax grins. “Easy for you to say. Come on, take it out for me.”
My heart flutters with a nervous jitter that I try not to let show on my face. Of course, I do as I’m told and try not to fumble with his zipper as I tug it down. Dax vacuums his stomach and tilts his hips back as I reach my hand into his boxers and find the solid, warm thickness that can be only one thing. As gently as I can, I pull, and his cock springs free.
Seeing it up close…well, it’s really unbelievable. The length is astounding, but I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. It makes perfect sense – just look at the rest of him. It’s thick, so thick I start to wonder if it will actually fit inside me. Thick and veiny with an even thicker crown at the tip that seems to be dripping some kind of crystal clear fluid down toward my bare belly.
“Oh God,” I gasp, before I realize what I’m saying. “You didn’t…already…did you?”
Dax lets out a small chuckle but then sees on my face that I’m not joking. His expression shifts, and he frowns, causing me to freeze. I’ve done something wrong. Something very wrong.
“Wait, you’re not serious, are you?” he asks.
“I…”
“It’s precum, Becca,” he says as though it’s blatantly obvious and I should know what he’s saying. And I should, if I had ever done this before. “You do know what that is, right?”
“Yeah, of course,” I reply with my best fake laugh. Unfortunately, Dax isn’t buying my acting performance. He straightens himself and frowns down at me.
“Becca, have you – have you ever done this before?”
Shit.
I could make something up, but apparently I’m not the world’s greatest actress, am I? And do I really want my first time with Dax to be based on a lie? Slowly, I feel myself beginning to deflate. I shake my head.
“No,” I admit. “I’m a virgin, Dax.”
“Shit.” Dax lifts himself up and moves to the seat on the couch beside me. I watch as he tucks himself back into his pants and breaths a heavy sigh.
Inside, a piece of me breaks.
“I – I’m sorry, Dax, I won’t disappoint you!” I begin to plead as I get up and lean over him. “Don’t guys like virgins? Don’t you want to be my first?”
Dax shakes his head and puts a hand up. “It’s not that, Becca,” he replies. “It’s not that you’re a virgin, it’s just…it reminded me that you’re Jerry’s daughter. That I’m supposed to be here watching over you, looking out for you, and here I am trying to fuck you. And you’re not this girl with all kinds of experience, you’re this innocent girl, and I just…”
He won’t even look at me. His eyes are fixed on the wall opposite us as he slowly zips up his pants and does the top button.
My body is still in a state of unbridled arousal. I’m practically dying for his touch as I kneel over him, my eyes pleading with him to just turn and look at me and give in to his desires like I know he wants to.
But he doesn’t.
“I just really can’t,” he says.
Quickly, he stands and walks quickly down the hall to the bedroom. All I can do is watch him go. Part of me wants to cry. I feel rejected, inadequate, like Dax realized he wasn’t hooking up with some gorgeous, confident, experienced girl like he thought he was, but was in fact running his hands over an awkward, inexperienced virgin who doesn’t even know the difference between cum and precum.
But another part of me somehow wants Dax even more as I watch him close my father’s bedroom door and lock it behind him. Dax is the exact opposite of Trevor and all the other sleazy guys just like him; he actually is able to control himself, and that’s a sign of being a man.
If only he hadn’t chosen to control himself at this exact moment.
5
Dax
I barely sleep. I wake up the next morning feeling guilty as all hell.
She’s Jerry’s daughter, you idiot. What were you thinking?
I jerk off in the shower, trying to shake the thought of what happened last night out of my mind, but it does nothing to curb my appetite for the goddess living down the hall from me.
Her eyes, her gorgeous face, her sweet tits and slim waist and the way her lips felt when pressed against mine…she’s absolute perfection, and there’s no denying it. When I was on top of her, kissing her, moments away from making her mine, I’d never felt like more of a man. I was flying high off the drug that is Becca, but then came the revelation, and it all came crashing down.