Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 80(@200wpm)___ 64(@250wpm)___ 53(@300wpm)
Sliding his tongue across her bottom lip, he began to plunge inside and met his own with hers. She tasted like beer and chocolate. A heady combination.
Reaching between them, he gripped his cock and slid the tip right through her slit, bumping her clit as he did so. She gasped and he swallowed it down.
Rocking back across her clit, he felt her body tense up, and he groaned, not wanting to stop. But, he knew he only had so much control when it came to her. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back.
Moving down toward her entrance, he stopped kissing her, staring into her pretty eyes, and then, inch by inch, he began to sink inside her pussy. He watched her eyes widen, and she moaned as he took her. There was no rush, and he waited to see if there was any kind of pain.
That first thrust had taken him by surprise the first time. Her reaction had nearly killed him. Now, he worked her pussy, and he heard her soft, subtle whimper, and he immediately stopped. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He couldn’t hurt her.
“It feels so good. Please, don’t stop.”
Now that he didn’t need to hold his cock, he grabbed both of her hands, placed them either side of her head, and then he sunk the last couple of inches inside her. Seated to the hilt within her, he stared into her eyes, not able to look away. She was so beautiful.
He searched her face, looking for any sign of pain, and when he was sure he didn’t see any, he was able to relax.
“It’s not going to hurt,” Freya said. “Not now.”
“You’ve got to forgive a guy for being worried.”
She tightened her grip around his hands, and this time she wrapped her legs around his waist and began to wriggle on his cock.
He closed his eyes and tried to gain some control, but that was impossible to do. She thrust her pelvis slowly, working her pussy over his length, and he couldn’t stay still.
Taking possession of her lips, he pulled out of her until only the tip of his dick was inside her. He kept hold of her hands at either side of her head, and he wouldn’t let her go.
“I’m the one in charge,” he said, then slammed balls-deep inside her.
Maverick didn’t hold back, this time he did fuck her. Each time he thrust inside her, he checked to make sure she could handle what he was giving her. There was no sign of pain or discomfort.
“I’m not going to break, Maverick.”
And now, he didn’t hold back. He took her harder, sliding in deeper. Letting go of her hands, he wrapped his arms around her body, sliding down to grip her hip as he pounded his dick within her. She felt so tight. He just couldn’t help himself.
Driving harder and faster inside her, he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm. He tried to hold back, but it seemed his body had other ideas. He filled Freya up, pulsing every single drop of his cum deep inside her pussy. He growled her name, sinking his face against her neck, breathing her in. She smelled so good. A combination of vanilla and cinnamon, two of his favorite flavors.
The orgasm lasted some time, and it was only as the pleasure began to fade that his own reality set in. He wanted to trap Freya, to make her belong to him, but he had changed his plan, only now he realized he’d not used a condom. This was twice now. Her virginity the last time had taken precedence on the conversation. He didn’t have an excuse now, but he didn’t know how to tell her he’d fucked up.
Chapter Three
“You’re lost in thought, Pumpkin,” Elliot Parker, her boss and father, said.
She’d been counting the box of screws, and she looked up and shook her head. “Sorry, I’m a little distracted today.”
“Yeah, and I’m worried. This is not sarcasm but you love counting day.”
Freya laughed. “I know.” She did. Even as a kid she loved to count. One day, when she was bored, her father got her to take stock of the kitchen, including cans, and even cutlery. She made a complete and comprehensive list, much to her mother’s dismay. For fun, she loved to work at the DIY store.
Whenever her mother took her to the grocery store, the staff had adored her because she went around putting everything in date order, and she did it for fun.
Where Adele had wanted to be a wife and mother, Freya had wanted to earn her own way, which was strange considering she worked for her father. It had taken her some time over the years to build her reputation as being a reliable source of information, but she had eventually gotten there. In the beginning, men and women would hesitate in accepting her advice when it came to tools and the right materials for each project. Now, she was sought after for advice.