Series: Stacey Espino
Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
She didn’t know how he was going to fit inside her. She had a feeling it was going to be painful, but she didn’t care.
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Grayson had debated coming home tonight, not because he didn’t want to, but because he really fucking did.
Clara had gotten under his skin, and even as he tried to fight it, there was no possibility of it. His cock was so hard, it hurt. All he wanted to do was fuck her hard, to take her.
Staring down at the pretty pussy he’d already tasted, he knew she was so fucking sweet. He slid his hands up the inside of her thighs, touching the outer lips of her sex with his thumbs, and he spread her wide. He looked at her pretty clit, and then down to her virgin cunt. His virgin pussy. All his.
His mouth watered, and he couldn’t resist sliding his tongue between her precious slit. She tasted so good, sweet, and innocent, and he knew it was because no other man had ever tasted her. She was pure and all his.
There was no denying that this was a heady, addictive feeling, and he didn’t want it to stop.
He moved his tongue down toward her entrance, but didn’t penetrate, drawing it back to circle her sweet clit. Flicking his tongue back and forth across her nub, he heard her sudden intake of breath, and he sucked the tiny bud into his mouth, not using his teeth, as he realized Clara didn’t like a lot of pain.
Grayson knew he was going to have to get her soaking wet. When he finally took her virginity, there would be pain. There was always pain the first time with a woman. He wanted it to be minimal.
He slid his hands beneath her ass, cupping her flesh, and pulling her up to his mouth. Sucking, licking, and nibbling on her tender flesh, making her fly higher and higher. She mewled and writhed against his face. Grayson knew when she was about to orgasm, and he focused on the spot, sending her over the edge.
His name echoed off the walls as she screamed it, and he relished each pleasured moan. So perfect.
All his. This woman belonged to him completely.
He had a feeling Clara had always had a crush on him, and he’d always been a dick to her, but no more. Grayson didn’t have a clue how he was going to tell April, but this battle of keeping Clara or letting her go had to stop.
Kissing up her body, he went to those exquisite natural tits, sucking on each bud in turn, before traveling down her body, going back to her clit. She was a feast.
He gave her enough time to get used to his touch, and to allow the first orgasm to subside, but he wanted her dripping wet, soaking the sheets with how aroused she was.
Taking her clit back into his mouth, he heard her shocked gasp, and she jerked up on the bed. He pressed a palm to her stomach, keeping her down as he teased her clit once again. She was even more sensitive than he could have imagined.
Drawing his tongue back and forth, he sent her over the edge, making her scream his name as he did so. The speed of her second orgasm took him by surprise. This time, he moved up her body with intention. Clara’s pussy was going to belong to him.
He moved her up the bed, and she didn’t argue, just followed his lead as he got her to rest against the pillows. He stared into her eyes. She was so beautiful, her cheeks flushed.
“Are you nervous?” he asked.
“No.”
He didn’t want to wear a condom, and to make sure she didn’t ask him, he reached down between them and slid the head of his cock through her soaking wet slit. He stroked across her clit with the tip of his cock, and she gasped, shaking, so incredibly sensitive. Her body was flushed, and he loved how her tits shook with each indrawn breath.
Grayson’s patience was holding on by a thread, and he knew he couldn’t take much more. Holding the base of his cock, he moved down to her entrance and paused, staring into her eyes.
This girl was too young for him. She was pure, and he understood that look in her eye. When Clara should have been telling him to fuck off, she couldn’t because this young woman was in love with him. That’s why she took his shit.
He also knew she cared about his daughter. They were best friends, and even though he would have loved to pin some of the bad choices they had made on Clara, deep down, he knew his daughter was to blame. She was the rebel and the adventurer.
Clara knew loss, and he was exploiting that. Even though he knew all these extra elements, he couldn’t bring himself to stop.