Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Besides second thoughts.
She was about to stop him. Leave him hanging. Crush his plans. Maybe even his soul. Tell him this was a mistake. Even after he insisted it would be.
“I know you want me.”
She told no lie.
“And I want you.”
His nostrils flared.
“A lot.”
He grunted.
“But...”
But?
His cock was throbbing, his balls pulled tight, and she was throwing out a but?
Goddamn it. “Baby, you’re fuckin’ with me here. Just fuckin’ say whatever it is you’re gonna say.”
“I…uh…”
Holy fuckin’ shit! He’d never seen her so unsure of herself and it was pissing him the fuck off.
“Lyric, just say what you gotta say,” he demanded again, this time, his tone more harsh than he wanted, but he didn’t have a cunt hair of patience left. And that shouldn’t be since he was pressed against the only woman who could counteract that.
She pulled in a breath, and when she released it, “I haven’t been with anyone…in that way,” came tumbling out.
His head twitched. Wait. “In what way?”
“That way.”
He pinned his chin into his neck and, using his hands, pushed himself up to see her better. Say what? “You’re shittin’ me, right? There’s no fuckin’ way.”
With her lips rolled inward, she looked at everything but him.
Holy fuckin’ shit. That was the last thing he’d expected to come out of her mouth.
While everyone knew she didn’t fuck around—unlike some of her club sisters—he only figured when it came to the physical relationships she’d had, she had kept them on the down low since they weren’t anyone else’s business.
But, Christ on a cracker, he was so damn wrong. She hadn’t had any!
That meant…
He blinked at the thought of exactly what that meant.
This confession made this whole situation even worse for him. Proof this would be a bigger mistake than he originally thought, even despite warning her.
“Lyric,” he groaned. “Sure you want me to be your first?”
His hard-as-fuck dick was nestled between her naked thighs. While that could be his answer, he’d rather hear it from her.
Because if she had any doubts…
“You know there ain’t no way of goin’ back if we do this. Your virginity’s kind of a one-time deal. Sure you don’t wanna wait ’til you’re with someone you’re serious about?”
While he hoped she’d back out and decide to wait, he also hoped she didn’t.
When she finally met his eyes, hers were troubled. They also held a bit of annoyance.
Yeah, welcome to my world.
“I’m aware of that, Ash,” she whispered fiercely. “Don’t you think I’ve thought about this? I didn’t show up here impulsively. I showed up with a purpose. I want my first time to be with someone I’m comfortable with. And I trust you completely.”
The problem was, he didn’t trust himself.
Or her decision for him to be her first.
“I ain’t a warm, comfortable blanket, baby. Ain’t a gentle soul. When I bang one out, like it hard and rough. Want nails and teeth diggin’ into my skin. Want skin slappin’. Wanna smack a woman’s ass. Spank her pussy. Drive my dick down her throat while chokin’ her with my hand.”
Her eyes went wide for a split second before she…
Shuddered?
In fear? Or did that turn her on?
The fuck if what he said made his sweet Lyric wet. He had said it all on purpose. To scare her into making a better decision. That might have just backfired and actually solidified her choice.
Maybe he didn’t know Lyric as well as he thought.
She could possibly have secret desires.
Wild fantasies.
Or…she had no idea what the fuck to expect since she was a goddamn virgin.
That last thought was probably the most accurate. But what the fuck did he do with this information?
Stop?
Continue?
Did he really want to be her first?
Of fucking course he did. But should he be was the real question.
That was a lot of pressure. From what he’d heard, the first time for most women sucked ass.
“Ash,” she whispered.
A touch to his cheek made him realize he had closed his eyes while his brain and his dick argued. “Told you we shouldn’t do this because it would be a mistake. I was fuckin’ right.”
“I want to do this. I simply wanted you to be aware in case I don’t react like all the other women you’ve been with.” All the other women? Holy fuck.
“Of course you have a lot of experience. I’ve known you my whole life and have seen you with plenty of other women. Don’t ever think I’m judging you for that. I think that’ll help when it comes to my first time.”
He groaned under his breath. Talk about performance anxiety.
“I wanted to be honest. Now you need to be completely honest with me, too.”
“Honest? Here’s some fuckin’ honesty for you. Wanna fuck you. Wanna fuck you so goddamn hard and fast that you scream my name, leave scratches all over my back, and cover my dick with your juices. But that don’t mean any of that shit should happen.”