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)
“Please, Jesse,” I rasp out. “Get inside me. Please.”
“You owe me one more orgasm, Brianna. And I’m not going inside until I get it.”
I’m still tingling from the last one. I’ve never had more than one orgasm at a time with a guy. This is crazy. Insane.
And oh so good.
He slides his tongue over my inner thighs. “God, you’re fucking wet.”
Then he comes back between my legs, licks my clit, placing his finger inside me once more, teasing.
My God, it’s better than I ever imagined. I always knew Jesse Pike could take me places I’ve never been, but even I hadn’t imagined this amount of paradise.
He nips at my clit while massaging the inside my pussy with his finger, and when he adds another—
“Jesse!” I scream out.
He groans against my pussy, still eating me as I give him that last orgasm he demanded.
“Please,” I beg. “Inside me. Now.”
This time he gives me what I yearn for. While I’m still coming, he removes his fingers, crawls slowly toward me, and slides his cock inside me.
“Fuck,” he growls.
He stays inside me for a moment, and then he kisses me, sliding his tongue between my lips and letting me taste myself. I’ve tasted myself after oral sex, but never has it tasted this wonderful, mingled with the beautiful flavor of Jesse himself.
We kiss, we kiss, and we kiss, and finally he pulls out and thrusts back in me.
One more thrust, and then another, and—
“Fuck me,” he grits out, sliding his tongue over my neck.
I feel every pulse of his cock as my walls clench around him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he growls against my neck.
“Feels so good,” I say.
I’m still reeling from four orgasms, but nothing feels quite as good as Jesse Pike inside me.
I’ve dreamed about it for so long, and I don’t ever want this night to end.
He stays inside me for a few moments, and he turns us on our sides so we’re facing each other.
He meets my gaze. “I hope that was good for you.”
I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead. “It was perfect.”
“Good. I didn’t mean to take your virginity, but I hope it was memorable.”
“I’ll never forget it.”
Then he pulls out, rolls off the bed, and heads to the bathroom. He comes back with the warm washcloth again and gently cleans me.
“No more blood this time,” he says. “That’s good.”
“I don’t care.”
He looks at me sternly. “I do. You tricked me.”
“No.”
“Don’t even bother lying to me, Brianna. You tricked me into taking your virginity, and we both know it. It was already done, so I decided to give you a night you would never forget. I want the night you lost your virginity to be memorable for you. But know this.” He burns me with his gaze. “It will never happen again.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Jesse
I am the worst sort of lowlife scum.
I at least hope I gave her a good memory. No woman should lose her virginity to a man who’s only after one thing.
I was looking for a release tonight. Release so I could sleep. I’ve had it, and it was fucking great, but I won’t be able to sleep anyway, knowing what I did to Brianna.
I defiled a young woman, took her virginity, for a completely selfish reason.
It’s something most other guys might not think much about, but I’m not most other guys.
Brianna Steel deserves better.
Which is why I will stay away from her from now on.
“Jesse, I—”
I hold up a hand. “Please. Don’t say anything, Bree. I feel terrible enough about this as it is.”
“I don’t want you to feel terrible,” she says, sniffling a bit.
My God… Please do not let her cry.
She sniffs again and seems to stop whatever sobs might have been coming. Thank God.
“You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Are you kidding me? I took your virginity. I never meant to do that, Brianna.”
“I told you that you could.”
“You told me I could fuck you. There’s a difference.”
She shakes her head, her lips swollen and so pretty. Her hair a mass of dark brown around her milky shoulders. “There’s no difference from where I’m standing. When I said you could have me tonight, I knew I was a virgin. I knew what I was getting into.”
“I didn’t,” I say. “You kept an integral fact from me, and that was unfair.”
“Do you ask all the women you sleep with whether they’re virgins?” she demands haughtily.
“For God’s sake, Bree.” I rub my forehead. “Admit it. You should’ve told me.”
“But if I told you, you might not have done it.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “Isn’t that the damned point? Of course I wouldn’t have done it. I can’t offer you anything beyond tonight. If I knew you were a virgin…”
Would I have done anything differently?
I wanted her so badly.
But once I found out, I withdrew and went to the bathroom to take care of things myself. I only returned at her urging.