Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90085 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He was going to touch me again. Yes. Yes, I wanted that very much. It wasn’t sex. It was just him making me explode into a million brilliant pieces with his hand. I did as he’d told me while his eyes stayed locked on my every move.
I barely had the last one undone when he moved my hand away and shoved his inside, slipping beneath the panties. I held my breath, preparing for his fingertips to reach my swollen clit, and when it did, I let out a loud gasp.
“Are you always this wet?” he asked as he continued running his finger down the center of my wet folds, then slowly moving it back again.
I shook my head, unable to talk.
“No? Then this is just for me?”
Yes, but I didn’t say it. He knew it was.
Another deep chuckle, but it was brief, ending the moment he found my tight entrance. He groaned. “Fuck, it’s driving me crazy, thinking about this being a virgin cunt,” he said while beginning to pump his finger in and out. “It’s never had a cock slide deep inside and stretch it,” he continued, tugging my leg that was draped over his further up his thigh until I felt the hard ridge of his cock.
“I’m not gonna take it from you, even as bad as I want to.” He sounded pained as he said it. “But I want to run the head of my cock over your clit and coat it with your sweetness.”
He talked to me in a way no one ever had. I was trembling with the need to climax. He had me right on the edge, dangling me.
“Lie down,” he told me as he moved my leg off him and stood up.
I watched him, then slipped my feet out of my sandals and turned to lie back onto the sofa. He shoved his sweats down, and there were no boxers beneath. A thick, veiny shaft stood, fully erect. Just the head of it looked too big to go into the hole it was meant for. How did he have sex?
Swallowing hard, I watched, mesmerized, as he kicked his sweats away and began to stroke himself. I might not need him to touch me at all to get off. The sight of his large cock in his fist was enough to cause a tremor to run through me.
“Open your thighs,” he told me. “I’m just gonna feel it. Your sweet cherry will be fine.”
I wasn’t sure if I was disappointed or relieved. Because as hot as he was with his cock in his hand, I was also terrified that it would split me in two.
I let my thighs fall open, and he groaned as his gaze locked on me there. Out of the many things I’d tried with boys, this was not one of them. They’d never seen me like this. I was trusting Than without even realizing it.
“Even your thighs are damp,” he said, lifting his hooded eyes to meet mine. “This virgin pussy has been gushing.”
Oh God.
He moved in closer until the head of his penis touched my sensitive flesh. I moaned as he hissed.
“Ah fuck,” he groaned, and his mouth fell slightly open. He began to drag the tip all the way from my entrance to my clit, then back again. Pressing lightly, he stretched me as he barely slipped inside. “Just a little,” he breathed. “Fuuuck, it’s like velvet.”
I should stop this, but seeing the pleasure on his face made me want to lift my hips and force him in further. It took all my self-control to stay still.
His nostrils flared, and his eyes, which had been locked on what we were doing, snapped up to me. “Can I put the head in? It’ll burn, but I won’t be far enough to reach your hymen.” The gruffness in his voice had a desperate edge.
Again, I should say no, but I nodded my head.
He kept his eyes on me as he pushed in just a little further, and he was right; it did burn. I didn’t want to think about how he had known that it would. How many virgins had he been with? Not right now.
“Christ,” he hissed through his teeth, and his eyes glazed over. “That’s…fuck, I want to sink inside so goddamn bad.”
The veins stood out on his neck as he arched it and began to barely pump his hips back and forth. The burn faded, but was replaced with a headiness that was building rapidly. A whimper escaped me, and his eyes darkened.
“Does it hurt?” He sounded hoarse.
I didn’t get a chance to answer before the crest hit, and I began to writhe beneath him. He sank in just a little deeper, making me cry out as my eyes flew open, and then he pulled out completely. His body glistened with a thin layer of sweat, and the blissed-out look on his face almost caused me to miss the thick spurts of his release onto the bare, waxed skin of my mound and the inside of my right thigh. But his loud shout as his body shuddered drew my attention to what he was looking at.