Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“That’s not what I mean. What’s done is done. But don’t I deserve a little better? I wanted you to take my virginity, which you did—”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“I know that. And you’re right—I probably should’ve told you. But I wanted it so badly. Now the deed is done. You want me as much as I want you. Don’t try to deny it.”
“Have I denied it?”
I open my arms to him. “So take it. Take it from me and give me a night to remember. Even if it’s just one night, Jesse. I want to remember the loss of my virginity as something special.”
He looks at me then—really looks at me, staring into my eyes. He cups one cheek, thumbs my lower lip. “I can do that much.”
My heart pops up from my stomach as he takes my hand, leads me back to the bed.
He’s still so hard, he must be aching inside. But he’s willing to give me a night.
I lie down, and I expect him to climb back on top of me, finish what he started, but he doesn’t.
Instead—
“Close your eyes,” he says.
I obey.
And then I gasp as his lips close around one nipple.
Sweet suction. He sucks lightly at first, making me want him even more, while he plays with the other, rolling it lightly between his thumb and forefinger.
So gentle, and so erotic.
He lets the first nipple drop from his lips. “You have the most beautiful breasts I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs.
I smile, still keeping my eyes closed, even though I want more than anything to watch him.
He told me to keep my eyes closed, and that’s what I’ll do. I’ve done enough to him already tonight. I was dishonest with him by omission. I won’t disobey him again.
He plays with my nipples a while longer, and I move instinctively beneath him, my hips undulating and rising from the bed.
He drops the nipple again, kisses the top of my breasts, shoulders, my neck, my cheek, going to my ear and nibbling on the lobe.
“You should be against the law, Brianna Steel,” he whispers, his hot breath erotically massaging my neck. “You’re lethal. Like a fucking drug.”
I sigh softly, still not opening my eyes.
He trails his lips over my cheek to my own lips, and he slides his tongue between them.
We kiss for a few moments—timeless amazing moments—our lips sliding together and my heart rate increasing exponentially.
He breaks the kiss and draws in a deep breath.
Then he kisses me on the top of my chest, my breasts, and he sucks on each nipple for another minute, and then he kisses from my belly down to my abdomen, spreading my legs and kissing my inner thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” he says.
How I want to open my eyes, to see his head between my legs. But I keep them shut.
Then I gasp softly when his lips close around my clit and he sucks gently.
I’m about ready to come. I’ve come before when a guy eats me, but never this quickly.
He moves his lips away from my clit, slides his tongue over the entrance to my pussy. And then he swirls around my clit again.
I can’t help myself—
I jump off the cliff and soar into an orgasm.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. You come.”
“Please, may I open my eyes now?”
“Yeah, open them.”
I shoot them open, and the image of Jesse’s handsome face between my legs nearly sets me on another climax.
“Watch what I do to you, Brianna Steel. Watch me make you come again.”
He never wavers from my gaze as he slides his tongue over and around my clit again.
I arch my back, raise my hips, sliding my pussy over his chin, the stubble making me insane.
“God, you’re hot,” he growls.
Then he sucks my entire labia into his mouth, pulling and tugging.
I’m about ready to come again, all I need is just—
His lips on my clit! And I soar off into the horizon once more.
My entire body throbs, and those contractions in my pussy radiate outward, making my fingers and toes tingle.
“God, you’re gushing,” he says against me.
“Do it, Jesse. Fuck me now. I’m wet. I promise it won’t hurt. And I’ll—”
“Not yet,” he growls. “You’ve got a few more orgasms left in you, and I’m going to pull them out.”
No. I can’t take any more orgasms. I just want him inside me. I need that aching feel of completion.
He tongues my pussy again, and then he pushes my thighs forward, slides his tongue over my most forbidden place.
A place no one has been, ever. Not a tongue, a finger, anything else.
I gasp out.
He seems to understand, moves his tongue back to my pussy, licks my clit. As I begin to soar into another orgasm, he inserts one finger into me.
That’s all it takes.
Orgasm number three.
This one’s even better than the first two. He massages the inside of my pussy, pressing against the anterior, and the penetration—the penetration while he licks my clit—is so good, so freaking good.