Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
“West, I…”
I stop talking because I don’t know what I’m trying to say or what to even ask for. I only know that I need more. Something, anything, to ease the building pressure. Then his tongue circles my clit, and I nearly come off the bed. His hands grip my hips to keep me from moving as he keeps going.
West is relentless as he drives me higher with his tongue. Occasionally there’s gentle suction that makes me see stars because all I can do is lie there and take it. I’m panting as my hips try to buck against his mouth, but he doesn’t give me an inch.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, please, West.”
For a second I worry he’s ignoring me, but then he slides a finger, just one, inside me. The stretch feels incredible, but then he curls it while his tongue works my clit, and I come apart. I cry out his name as pleasure crashes through me in waves and I see stars.
West makes sure to milk the orgasm out of me until my legs shake and I become too sensitive. When that happens, he kisses his way back up my body, pausing at my breasts to suck each nipple into his mouth. My body responds before my mind can catch up, and I’m squirming again, filled with need.
“That was—” I say and then laugh. There’s no way to describe it, and I’m breathless with pleasure.
He grins against my throat, smug and pleased with himself. “Just getting started, kitten.”
“Good,” I say as I reach down and touch him through his briefs. He hisses out a breath, and his hips jerk against my hand. “West.”
He catches my wrist and brings it to his lips, kissing my palm. “Slow down, kitten. I know you’re a virgin.”
“Is that…is it okay?” If my cheeks weren’t already pink, they should be by now.
“Bellarose,” he says before kissing me, soft and sweet. “It’s more than okay. I’m honored. I’ll be careful, I promise.”
“I know you will.” I trust him completely, which is strange and wonderful and terrifying all at once. “I want you to be my first.”
He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me, you know that?”
“So stop talking and do something about it.”
He laughs, full and delighted, and kisses me hard. Then he’s pushing off his briefs, and I get my first peek at him. I audibly swallow because he’s much, much bigger than I expected.
“Hey.” He cups my face, drawing my attention back to him. “We’ll go slow. You’ll tell me if it hurts. Okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, feeling relieved.
He positions himself between my legs, and I feel the press of him against my entrance. He feels hot and impossibly hard. He watches my face for any sign of discomfort as he slowly sinks inside of me. There’s a stretch and a small burn, but it’s not painful exactly, just intense. West is filling me with himself, and there’s so much of him.
“Okay?” he grits out. The muscles along his shoulders and neck are tense with the effort of holding back.
“Yes,” I moan as I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Don’t stop. Please, West.”
He goes slow with long strokes that drag against every sensitive spot inside me.
“More,” I say and nip at his jaw. “I’m not going to break.”
“Kitten—”
“West.” I arch my hips up to meet his thrust and then squeeze around him.
His eyes roll back, and that’s all it takes for him to break. He speeds up and drives into me with a force that should hurt but doesn’t. Not with how wet I am. Each thrust sends pleasure sparking through my body as I build again toward that peak.
“You’re so tight,” he groans against my neck. “So perfect. Goddamn it, Bellarose, you feel incredible.”
I moan his name, my nails digging into his back as he reaches between us. His thumb presses against my clit, and it’s exactly what I need. I come apart, crying out, my inner muscles clenching around him. West follows me over the edge as he shouts my name, his warmth spilling inside me at the same time. The pleasure goes all the way to my bones, and then I go limp against the bed.
West collapses on top of me, sweaty and breathing hard. For a long moment, neither of us speaks, then he presses a kiss to my temple. I turn my face, and he kisses my cheek and the corner of my mouth.
“You okay?” he asks softly, his words filled with concern.
I laugh, utterly happy and exhausted. “More than okay.”
“Me too,” he says as he brushes his nose against my neck.
My eyes are so heavy that I can’t keep them open. “Okay to stay?”
I’m half asleep as I mumble the question, and I’m not sure I wait for a response. But somewhere in my dream, I hear West whisper, “Stay forever, kitten.”