Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
He growled again as he pressed the head of his dick inside me.
“Yes, oh yes… more…” God it felt so good.
He swore, pushed a little more.
I was panting, my hips rocking, my pussy sucking him in. I knew it was supposed to hurt the first time. Since he wasn’t fully inside me, I expected the pain would come at some point, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was feeling him inside my body.
“Please, Blake… more, more.”
“Fuck!” He roared, and with a tight grip on my hips, he withdrew slightly and then plunged in.
I felt the burn when he thrust through my barrier, and then pleasure when his body hit my clit as he buried himself inside. The pleasure was beyond anything I’d imagined. No wonder people made such a fuss about sex. It was fucking awesome.
“You okay?” His voice was strained. I looked up at him. His teeth were gritted, his neck so tight I could see his veins.
“Yes, please… don’t stop…”
He withdrew and plunged in again, and again, sparks of the most delicious sensations radiated from my pussy. He did it again, this time a little faster, a little harder, the friction building.
“Jesus fucking Christ… I’m going to come.” He was moving so fast, in and out, and I could barely breathe. “Come Bella… fuck you need to come.” His thumb pressed on my hard, sensitive clit as he thrust in hard and holy hell, I saw stars as intense pleasure ripped through my body. My pussy contracted, my whole body convulsed and it shot me to the heavens.
“Yeesssss…” He growled out as he thrust in and ground his hips against mine and then did it again. Warmth flooded my womb each time he plunged inside me. Even as he slowed down, my pussy continued to contract.
Finally, he collapsed on me, and for the first time, I felt the weight of him on me. I put my hand on his back, wanting to savor this moment. It was the most intense, beautiful moment of my life. Losing my virginity wasn’t awkward or painful. It was passionate and perfect. Whatever did happen next, I’d always have this memory.
Blake
My dick hadn’t fully deflated before regret and remorse set in. In fact, it overwhelmed me. I could barely breath as the ramifications of what I’d just done hit me full force.
What the fuck did I just do? I knew what I did. What I didn’t know was why I’d done it. I hadn’t had sex with anyone since the last time I made love to my wife. Up until this week, I hadn’t even wanted to. All of a sudden, I was having wet dreams and just now, I fucked my assistant. What was it about Bella that made my libido short-circuit my brain and had me doing something that was wrong on so many levels?
I wanted to bolt up and get out of there, but that would only make this situation worse. I may have betrayed my wife and put the company we built together at risk, but I wasn’t such an asshole that I’d pull a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am on an innocent young woman. Jesus, she’d been a virgin. What was I thinking?
I inhaled deeply to prepare myself for what I might see when I lifted my head to look at her. “You okay?”
Her expression was unreadable and I got the feeling she was waiting to see my response before deciding hers.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked.
She shook her head and gave me a small smile. “No.” She was so beautiful and sweet and soft laying under me and I had the urge to stay there. Maybe fuck her again. But no, God dammit.
I moved off of her, cum dripping off my dick. A whole new wave of regret and now panic set in. I didn’t use a condom. I was seriously losing it. But I couldn’t have this conversation naked so I slipped my boxers on. “Bella… I…”
She sat up, pulling a blanket from the back of the couch to wrap around her. “Please don’t say this was a mistake.”
Well, that was going to make this hard because it was a mistake. No matter how good it had been, or how hard I’d come, it should have never happened.
We needed to talk, but I didn’t want to hurt her. “Why don’t we have that coffee?”
She nodded. “Give me a minute.” She stood and went into the bathroom.
I pulled my pants and shirt on, then went to the kitchen, found coffee mugs, and poured the hot brew from her coffeemaker. She was right, the thing was pretty old. But she must splurge on good coffee because it was dark and strong.
She emerged wearing yoga pants and a plain white t-shirt. She’d pulled her hair up into a messy bun. She looked vulnerable, which only heightened my guilt.