Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
His hips grind against me, shaft grinding against my sex through the prison of our clothes. I tear my nails down the back of his neck.
Then he leans away slightly. Still kissing. Like he can’t stop.
Makes just enough room so that he can grip my thigh with one hand while bracing my back with the other. His lips graze over my mouth, find my neck, kissing and biting like he can’t control himself.
When his hand presses against my groin, I gasp, my head falling back. He leans away like he wants to watch me. Staring like a nuke could detonate outside and he wouldn’t even care because his last moments were with me.
He grinds his hand up and down outside my pants. My hips respond immediately like his touch was made for me. Suddenly, all my inexperience doesn’t matter.
If you let him get too far, you’ll disappoint him.
I do my best to ignore that voice.
I’ve been through a lot. Can’t a girl have a little fun?
I push against his chest.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “Push me away—I’m fucking poison to you.”
“You—protected—me,” I gasp, forcing the words out.
“I’ll always protect you,” he snaps. “If any man even looks at you wrong, I’ll break his goddamn jaw. Or worse. But that doesn’t mean you want this, Rose.”
He’s right. I don’t want it.
I need it.
Despite his words, he hasn’t stopped moving his hand. Grinding my shorts against my underwear and my underwear against my lips and clit. He pumps the heel of his palm so that all I can think about is the pressure.
I close my eyes. See blossoms of red like fireworks sparkling across my eyelids.
His breath is the hottest part. Urgent and husky, like he’s experiencing as much pleasure as I am just by giving it to me.
“Cum for me,” he demands. “Soak your underwear. Drench your fucking shorts. Cum all over my hand and get your horny tight pussy ready for my cock.”
I have to tell him before this gets too far.
But it’s too late. We’re already too far.
He speaks close to my ear in the final moments. Hot breath painting me in volcanic desire.
“I brought you in here because I can’t let anybody else see you like this. Moaning and perfect and so sexy I’m aching with the need to be inside of you. Nobody apart from me, Rose, sees you like this. Understand?”
I open my mouth to say yes. It should feel ridiculous but it’s not. As the shimmers of near release make my thighs clench, it seems reasonable. Like anything else would be insane.
Then I erupt. I tighten my hands around his hand, trapping it there. He pumps it quicker.
My eyes snap open and I see the intense focus on his face. Staring with possession and starvation in his dark eyes. He groans as the orgasm shatters me, wetness flooding my underwear, my hips twitching as everything in me tightens to a searing ball of white-hot euphoria.
He lifts his hand in awe. Looks at his glistening fingertips.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he groans.
He reaches into his jeans. Strokes up and down, the movement of his hand behind the denim making me ache with a second wave of tension.
When he leans in again, I shake my head. Hop off the counter.
“You need to know something.”
I walk to the other side of the kitchen. Back turned to him.
This shouldn’t be so hard to say. But he needs to know.
“Don’t tell me you have a fucking boyfriend,” he snarls. “A husband?” He spits. “Christ, Rose. If you belong to somebody else I’ll go to war right now. I’ll take on the whole goddamn world just to try and forget you. And even then, I’ll fail.”
I turn swiftly back to him. “I’m single.”
Relief flows visibly through him. “What then?” he grunts.
I lick my lips. Build up my courage as best as I can. “I’m a virgin.”
5
LEX
My dick twitches when she tells me she’s a virgin. Nobody else has ever touched her creamy fleshy thickness. Nobody else has ever slipped into her folds and made her scream in release.
Nobody else—just me. Only me.
“Don’t say that like it’s a bad thing,” I growl.
Her pupils are blown wide from her release. Her nipples look needier than ever. Tempting me as they poke through her shirt. Glimmering juices spill down her thighs from her orgasm. Her moans still echo in my head.
All my life, living as a cold bastard. Locked in a cycle of death and destruction and nothingness. All my life, never dreaming a man like me could feel …
Until her.
“I’m twenty-two,” she snaps. “A twenty-two-year-old virgin. That’s not something to be proud of, is it?”
“It’s a good job you’ve got an older man to claim you. A good job you’ve got me.”
“Older?” she murmurs.
“Thirty-seven,” I tell her. “Your older man. Ready to show you how sexy you are.”