The Music of Love Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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My jaw drops, and I let it without an ounce of embarrassment.

“You are huge,” I say. Cal chuckles and leans down on top of me.

“How would you know? Miss virgin?” He smirks.

“Common sense,” I reply. “You are going to kill me with that thing.”

Still smiling, Cal slowly brings his head down between my legs and closes his teeth around the elastic of my panties and begins to pull them down. I can barely comprehend how sexy it is to watch, and I lift my hips just a bit for him so he can get them all the way off.

His eyes are filled with lust. He likes my body, and that information is so overwhelming to me that I don’t even know how to process it. So I don’t even try. I just give myself over to the situation and focus on him and how sexy he is.

The way his muscles flex and striate as he moves back up the couch to position himself on top of me. The way his cock hangs like some enormous, primal, manly piece of meat with one singular purpose, and that purpose being between my legs.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Reese,” he growls. “I knew from the moment I saw you that I’d have you.”

I gasp as a spike of indignation rises in me. “Oh, you bastard,” I snap back. “You did not.”

He smiles and smooths my hair back with his warm palm. “No, I didn’t. You’re right. But I’m damn sure glad you’re here now.”

And then I feel it. The tip of his manhood parting my folds, sweeping through my slickness until I feel a pressure between us. The pressure where his finger slid inside, only his manhood is much thicker than his finger.

I realize I’m breathing quickly now. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I’m running my hands up and down the strong muscles on the side of his back, whatever those are called. My whole world is spinning like one of those globes you see in libraries and professors’ offices.

“You ready, baby?” Cal asks, his stiffness pressing slowly into my entrance, gently beginning to spread me. I gasp and clutch the strong muscles of his shoulders and stare deep into his eyes.

“Don’t treat me like a baby, big boy,” I counter, summoning every ounce of courage I have. “You want me? Take me.”

That’s definitely not what Cal was expecting for a response. I see it in his eyes as they flare with astonishment and then light up immediately after.

“Christ, you’re a fiery one.” He grins as he runs a hand up my body to grab my breast. But he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going and wraps his strong fingers around my throat as his thick manhood presses deeper between my legs, spreading me more, forcing me to accept his swollen crown.

He applies just the right amount of pressure on my neck, making me feel like he owns me, then presses deeper, stretching me as he forces more and more of his thick inches inside me.

I gasp. This is really happening, isn’t it? It’s hard to believe, but there’s no denying it now. There’s no denying him, but I don’t want to. I want him. Every fiber of my being wants every inch of him, as hard as that may be to accept—both mentally and physically.

He’s so enormous I can barely believe I’m taking him. On top of that, I can barely believe I’m letting him. I hated this man just hours ago. Now I’m swooning over him. How did any of this happen?

“This is…oh my God, Cal,” I whimper as he bottoms out inside me. His eyes are locked to mine, emitting a nearly hypnotic force as I stare back at them. I feel the warmth of his balls against my ass and the hair from his legs against my thighs as he holds his manhood deep, unmoving.

“Christ, I don’t think I can move inside of you,” he says through clenched teeth. “Your pussy feels unbelievably good, Reese.”

His grip around my neck tightens. He’s not quite choking me, but he’s coming close, and for some reason, I find that hot as hell. Also the fact that he doesn’t think he can fuck me. That’s even hotter.

“Yeah?” I ask, my cheeks hot.

He pulls back and begins slowly thrusting, then shakes his head at himself and laughs. “Yeah, you’re just too sexy, baby,” he sighs, leaning down and pressing his lips gently against the side of my neck. “And feeling your untouched cherry pop against my cock was so fucking sexy. I’m just—I’m not going to be able to hold out.”

His words are driving me crazy, igniting a wild heat inside of me. Cal Shelton, the playboy rockstar from TV, is having a hard time holding out because I feel so good. Now there’s something I never would have believed.


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