Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
“I’m clearly missing something,” I say.
“My size, Duke.”
“Your size?” I move quickly across the room, bring my hands to her hips, squeeze, and feel her fullness. My balls ache. My manhood gets even stiffer. “What the fuck does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?” she counters. “My weight, Duke. I’m not exactly thin, am I?”
“You’re perfect,” I growl, pulling her against me, letting her feel my dick against her stomach. “You’re curvy. You’re full-figured. You’re… you’re…” Mine, I almost say. “I wouldn’t change anything about you. Your thick, wide hips. Your big beautiful ass. Your full breasts. Never, ever fucking criticize your figure in front of me.”
I’m shaking like in the bar when the shit went down. Or maybe this is even worse. I can’t stand the idea of my woman believing this about herself.
I press my lips against hers, smoothing my hand around to her ass, massaging it over her yoga leggings. She makes her cute-as-hell moaning noises as I press against her with more pressure. Distantly, I think of Ryan, hoping he’s at home, working on his studies like he said he’d be.
“Go put some gloves on before I show you how sexy you are,” I groan, gently nudging her away.
She’s a virgin. I doubt she wants her first time to be in a matted room in a gym. She deserves so much more than that, but if I keep kissing her, that’s exactly what she’ll get. I will tear off her clothes, lie her back to look into her eyes, then claim her sweet, tight hole.
She walks over to the gloves, finds a pair, then pulls one on. After, she looks at me with a grin. “Uh, how the heck do you guys do this alone?”
I chuckle, joining her. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to do it by yourself.”
She’ll never need to handle anything by herself again. Yet, like so many things, I don’t let myself say it.
When the buzzer goes off, Molly stumbles to the edge of the room, slumping against the wall. “Oh… my… God,” she gasps, sitting with her legs sprawled in front of her. “That was so tiring.”
I smile, standing over her. We did a thirty-minute beginner’s session, including pad work and basic slipping and parrying. I could tell Molly was feeling it, but she pushed through, biting down, even when her arms began weakening.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
She smiles with that almost high look people get during intense exercise. I’ve seen it countless times in the gym. “Good. Sort of relieved. Like, right now, the world makes sense.”
“I couldn’t have put it better myself,” I tell her. “That’s exactly how I feel, too.”
She’s covered in sweat, her clothes sticking to her, making her look even sexier.
“But we’re not done yet,” I tell her. “That was just the striking session. Now, I’ll teach you what to do if some madman tries to attack you.” I offer her my hands. She reaches up and takes them. When I pull her to her feet, the momentum carries her into my arms.
I catch her and kiss her again. She’s so difficult to resist. I grab her hips, obsessed with them, obsessed with her. I can’t believe she’d ever think her curviness is a bad thing. It makes me feral. It makes me hungry. I push her against the padded wall, grinding my dick against her, slipping my hands down to her ass. She moans, shivering against me.
“I’m all sweaty,” she murmurs between kisses.
“I don’t give a damn,” I tell her, kissing her more passionately.
“Is this the lesson?” she says, a note of seductive sassiness in her voice. “Are you the madman, Duke? Is that an attack?”
I smirk, slipping my hand around her belly, in between her legs. “Does it feel like an attack?”
She leans against the wall, moaning so damn sexily. Wide-eyed, she stares at me as I slip my hand down her yoga pants. She grabs my wrists and shakes her head like she’s going to stop me. Then it’s like the lust explodes inside her, and she can’t help it. She nods instead and lets my hand go.
I groan fiercely when I feel the wetness in her underwear, her hot pussy, her folds. Rubbing up and down, I know I’ll die before I ever touch another woman. Molly is too perfect, her tight, young pussy too receptive for me. Just for me. She shivers as I pay attention to her needy clit.
“I need to taste you,” I snarl. “I need to feast on your pussy.”
“But… I’m a virgin…”
“We don’t have to go all the way,” I tell her.
“Don’t you want to?” she asks.
I laugh savagely. “I need to. I need to tear off those pants to slide my dick into your heat. I’m going to spread your tight virgin slit. I’m going to fuck you until you cream for me and cover my dick with your release.”