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)
She hid the sense of triumph blossoming in her chest and purposely asked, “Do you recommend more practice?”
His jaw shifted and instead of answering, he began to strip her free of her clothing in a jerky fashion.
Like he was trying not to lose his shit.
That meant he might be about to lose his shit.
She helped him remove her clothing, since he was yanking at it so hard that, when her shirt got caught, he almost popped her head off along with it. Her bra went next. Then he was peeling her leggings down with such force, she was almost taken back down to her knees.
Oh yes. His patience was hovering at level zero.
When he finally got her bare feet free from the stretchy fabric, he tried to whip the leggings across the room, only for them to flutter to the floor two feet away.
He did a double take when he couldn’t find her underwear.
Because of his reaction, she fought a grin. “Sometimes I go commando, too.”
His chest swelled but he said nothing.
She needed to be careful with the amount of teasing because she didn’t want him stalking out of the apartment and leaving her hanging.
She wanted this.
She wanted him.
Wanted him to want this.
Wanted him to want her.
To want only her.
While that last one might not be realistic, everyone was allowed some wishful thinking.
Even her.
She only needed to protect herself when those dreams were crushed. Because no doubt, they would be. It was only a matter of time.
He wasn’t doing this willingly, he was doing it because he’d been pushed. Because, despite not wanting to do what he was about to do, it was in his biker blood to be possessive. Protective. Controlling.
Almost every man in her life was like that. Save one, maybe.
Her father.
The tear of the condom wrapper pulled her from her line of thinking.
“Get on the bed,” he growled. “Now.”
Since she was no fool, she scrambled to get on the bed. She would accept whatever he was willing to give. For now.
She only hoped the better, more experienced she got with sex, the easier it might be for him to see her as a potential ol’ lady. As his “woman.”
Eventually, his wife. The mother of his children.
Because she wanted no one else.
She never had.
She always knew he was it for her. Even the idea of being with someone else turned her stomach.
No, if it wasn’t Ash, it would be no one.
That meant it needed to be Ash.
He stared at where she lay as he rolled the condom down his steely length.
A tremor went through her from the anticipation.
Once his cock was suited up, he climbed onto his knees on the bed. “Give me some room.”
While she knew what he meant, she shook her head. “I want to try something else.” She might be limited in how many times she got to explore with him, so she needed to try a couple new things while she had the chance.
“Tried enough.”
“Please,” she said quietly.
What the hell? That simple please transformed him. His expression softened, his muscles loosened, and his breathing smoothed out.
Any annoyance he was holding on to washed away.
Amazing.
“What d’you wanna try?”
Holy shit! She quickly got to her knees as well and pointed to the center of the bed. “I want to be on top.”
His mouth hung open for a few seconds, then it snapped shut so hard, she swore she heard his teeth clatter. “You sure?”
Uh oh. Was her desire to be on top too lofty and too soon? “No, but also yes. Let’s give it a go.”
“Give it a go?” he grumbled.
“Please,” she repeated again in a whisper.
With a grunt and a nod, he moved onto his back in the center of the bed.
Well, look at that! She just discovered his off button. A common word civilized people used.
When he extended his hand, she took it and climbed aboard to straddle his waist.
“Am I going to regret this?” She’d only had sex once and he had controlled the whole thing. Was she really ready to take the reins?
“Guessin’ you’re gonna find the fuck out in a minute.”
That comment didn’t reassure her, but it wasn’t like once she sank onto his cock, they were locked into that position for the duration. Sex was supposed to be fluid and flexible. But also enjoyable, so if it turned out she didn’t find it such, she was willing to bet he’d have no problem taking over.
Taking a bolstering breath, she gripped his erection and held it steady. Then she shifted backward until everything lined up. When she slowly sank down, her pussy swallowing his cock, she let her body adjust before lowering herself even more until she was completely speared on his hard length.
Only, she wasn’t prepared for how deep he would be in this position. It kind of took wind out of her sails.