Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
He surged up and filled me, breathing my name as he did. A scream burst from me.
He must’ve taken it for a scream of passion, because he moved my hips up with his hands, and then slammed me back down on him, hard.
His eyes belatedly filled with horror.
It hurt. A lot.
“Tanya?”
I was panting. “Ow, ow, ow…”
He looked down. I followed his eyes and saw a red droplet on the white rug. Blood. My virginal blood.
“Fucking, fuck,” he glowered at the floor and then his eyes were on mine. Fiercely. “What the fuck?”
“You’re hu-huge,” I reasoned. I mean, I had nothing to compare it to, but I’d seen Earth men in pictures, in porn, and I was pretty sure he was huge in contrast.
He blinked.
“And also…” I swallowed hard. “I was a virgin.”
He double-blinked.
He lifted me off his cock and carefully set me down on the couch at the end of his bed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“N-no. I n-need you back. I need you to… I need you to---” I was sitting on one cheek, hoping I wasn’t bleeding or otherwise dirtying his nice couch.
The ache between my legs was more than I could bear. And I saw his cock standing proudly. Huge. Looking like it belonged inside me. I bit down on my lip and then my eyes moved from it to his face and saw he was watching me, his chest heaving, his eyes looking like he was warring with conflicting emotions.
“Zane, please.” I stood up.
“You want to be my wife, Tanya? Do you want to marry me?”
“We just met and like you said, we don’t have to rush…” I said.
“But do you? Do you, shortcake?”
“Yeah. Uh huh. I really, really do.”
“Even though I just lost control and hurt you?” His eyes were filled with pain.
“No. No no. I’m okay. I want you to lose control, Zane. Give it all to me. I’ve been waiting a long time for this. Twenty-six years old and no one has ever…” I shook my head. “It’s for you. If I get to marry you and give this to y-you?” My voice broke.
He stared, lips curling, shaking his head, and then he came at me like he was on a mission. He lifted me into his arms and climbed over that couch at the bottom to put me back on the bed. As I was put down, immediately he climbed up my body and expertly divested me of my bra, leaving absolutely nothing between us.
And then he advanced slowly, gently, his fingers finding my clit and warm fingertips rubbing it, making tingles work through me, making me want it. Need it. Making me ready to demand it.
“For me?”
I nodded fast. His expression? He looked moved. He looked like it meant a lot to him that he was getting this from me.
“I want this.” My mouth answered for my body. I knew, 100%, that this man would be the best husband in the galaxy. The entire universe. “I want you. Even more than I did when I thought I might die if I didn’t get to have you.”
He lined up, holding it, looking down at how he was poised right there.
“I’m so sorry if I hurt you, baby.”
“It’s okay.”
“I didn’t know. You should’ve told me.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It’s my f-fault. Hurry. I want it back.”
He gave it to me. Oh…my…Lord.
His face went so sexy as he slowly pushed it in and I watched him let out a long, slow breath.
“How do I feel?” he asked.
“Incredible,” I said. It was full. Very. And it was a little bit strange. But it was incredible at the same time.
“You’re my wife now,” he told me.
“I am?”
“Well, almost. Now that I’m inside you, as soon as I come, you’re officially my wife.”
For real. Not just on paper. My eyes welled up with tears.
My pussy clenched. And as he was inside me, it clenched around him. He hissed and bit his lip, picking up the pace, not breaking eye contact with me.
“Then you'd better come,” I whispered, my voice raspy, my body rocking from his amazing hip action.
“Oh, you bet I will.”
“You feel so good. So good, Zane." He felt absolutely perfect. The look in his eyes, the way he looked at me? I wasn’t on Planet Phallyx. I was in Heaven.
"Ask me how you feel, Tanya?" he ordered, biting my earlobe, making me shiver.
"How do I feel?” I asked.
He pulled out almost all the way, making me panic at the thought of losing that beautiful feeling, but then he slammed back in. Hard.
“You feel like mine.”
“Zane,” I groaned, overcome with emotion, with sensations, with need.
“Like nothing I’ve ever experienced,” Zane kept talking, withdrawing three quarters of the way out and then pushing back inside in one long, slow stroke. When he bottomed out, he had my bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged playfully and then kissed my lips.