Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
“Slow and steady, that’s how this is going. You hear me?” I state, letting her know I’m not taking no for an answer.
“Yes, but move already!” Her head arches back, soft hair falling around her, her bouncing breasts begging my mouth to lick and taste. I lick my lips, already thinking about how she’ll look when she’s round and pregnant. Those tits will be more than a handful, and I’ll never be able to keep my mouth and hands off them.
“There’s no rush,” I croon yet slowly sink my cock inside her one fucking inch at a time, letting her get used to me.
“There is when I’ve had to use my fingers so many times these past three years that they might as well be prunes.” Damn, her mouth. It makes me rethink this whole going-slow thing.
“Not working, Rowen. I want you to be able to walk tomorrow. Breathe for me.” While she was mouthing off, I was slowly thrusting in and out of her tight-as-fuck sheath. Letting her take me deeper until I’m now sitting at that place that’s keeping me from being completely inside her.
“Okay,” she croons, the pleasure overtaking her body. She’s no longer sitting up on her elbows. Her hands are grasping the sheets beside her. Those beautiful eyes, though, they never leave mine, not even when I take her virginity and hear her cry out in anguish.
“Shh, siren, I got you. Breathe through it. I’m not moving.” I box her in with my body, hating like hell I’ve just caused her pain and not wondering for the first time if I should have used my fingers to take her virginity instead of my cock.
“It’s okay, I promise,” she somehow soothes me when it should be the other way around. I feel her cunt pulse around my dick, and it causes me to slowly move my hips, letting her get used to the pleasure that I’ll be giving her.
“I know. You okay?” I kiss her lips, deepening it, mimicking with my tongue what I’m also doing with my cock.
“God, yes, more,” she begs. We slowly get into a rhythm, a slow-as-fuck one that is killing me, but in the best possible way. My thumb slides between our bodies, my mouth stays on hers, and when I feel her body tense beneath me, giving me that sign, I piston my hips a little faster, thrust a little deeper until I know she’s falling apart beneath me, and I’m fucking my cum deep inside her.
I don’t leave her body, not when both of us come down from our orgasm. I stay deep inside her. Rowen wraps her legs tighter around my back, and when she opens her eyes, my world fucking stops. There’s nothing around us, none of the bullshit that people talk about. It’s just the two of us, the way it was always meant to be.
“Hi.” Her soft voice is sweet and languid.
“Hey, siren.” I smile, letting her know everything is okay.
“Why did we wait that long? I think I might be ready for the next round,” she smarts off but flexes her hips. It causes me to groan.
“You were too young, and goddamn, baby, you can’t do that. Not yet at least.” It doesn’t stop me from slowly moving with the way she’s moving though.
“I’m good,” she promises.
“Right now, you might be, but what happens when I want you again in a couple of hours and you haven’t had time to rest? I’ll tell you what. I won’t be able to be inside you for a week, and that shit is not fucking happening.” Rowen’s pussy does the opposite of letting go. Instead, it tightens on me, but I’m not taking her again. I slowly pull out, watching the entire time.
“Oh my god, Brax, that’s fucking hot.” Our eyes are locked on her pussy and my cock.
“I know,” I respond. My length is slick with our combined cum and a small tinge of blood. If it weren’t for that, I’d be sliding back inside her. “It’s making me rethink not taking you again, but you need to soak in the tub for a bit first.” I pull all the way out of her, hating it every second of the way.
“Soon?” she asks.
“You don’t even have to ask.” I pick her up, her legs wrapping around me again, and march us into the bathroom, where she’s going to take a bath and I’m going to wash every delicious inch of her.
Thirteen
Rowen
Last night was more than I could ever have dreamed up. No daydreams, fantasies, or anything could compare. In fact, after giving myself to Braxton, the very next best thing he did was start a bath. His house may be modest, something I could tell he was nervous about at first. Sure, my parents and Bridger have huge houses in major developments. None of that matters to me though. At the end of the day, a home is just some concrete, wood, and a roof. It’s what you build inside it that makes it important.