Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Goose bumps scatter over my skin, and his response to my cry is to lick and bite the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs until I’m nothing more than a whimpering mess who can’t stop moaning uncontrollably.
A man has never gone down on me, and having Easton be my first makes all the sensations so much more intense.
“Easton,” I cry, pleasure threatening to overwhelm me. I’ve never felt anything this powerful before.
I arch my back more, and every muscle in my body tenses when he starts to circle my opening with the pad of his finger. “Oh God,” I whimper. “Please.”
The moment he pushes his finger inside me, my entire world splinters into paralyzing ecstasy. Pure bliss overwhelms me, and I let out a hoarse cry, my body convulsing as if I’m being electrocuted.
He drops kisses on my abdomen, my stomach, and between my breasts. When his mouth takes mine in a wild kiss, he pulls his hand from between my legs.
Easton’s lips worship mine for long, delicious minutes before he lifts his head. He looks at me with so much love and desire that my heart swells to twice its size with happiness. Then he growls, “You taste so fucking good.”
I bring my hands to the sides of his neck before I admit, “That was a first for me and totally mind blowing.”
“Good,” he mutters all possessively. He lowers his head to my chest, and his teeth tug at my nipple before his lips close over the hard bud. Alternating between my breasts, he gives them both attention until they’re sensitive, and I’m all hot and bothered again.
“I need you inside me,” I beg, my body squirming beneath his.
Easton moves away from me, and I watch as he climbs off the bed. When he pushes his sweatpants off, my eyes widen at the sight of his long, hard manhood. The two men I’ve been with weren’t even half his size, which makes me worry that it will hurt.
Opening the drawer of the bedside table, Easton removes a condom from it. His eyes flick to me as he rips the foil open with his teeth.
Holy hotness.
When he rolls the condom over his hard length, the sight of him touching himself is one heck of a turn-on.
Knowing what’s about to happen, anticipation and nervousness tremble inside me. With bated breath, I watch him crawl back onto the bed. He grips hold of my right thigh, and lying down on top of me, he hikes my leg over his hip. His cock brushes over my opening, making the air whoosh from my lungs.
Lowering his head, he claims my mouth in a possessive kiss, and it feels like he’s trying to brand me with his tongue and teeth. He moves his hand down between us and pushes his finger inside me, pumping in and out a few times before he adds a second one.
That feels so damn good.
My hips begin to swivel, my body begging for more.
I’ve never come while having sex before, so feeling another orgasm starting to build in my abdomen surprises the hell out of me.
Moans and whimpers escape me, the intimate moment we’re sharing forming a bubble around us. Our kisses grow even more urgent, filled with the desperate need to devour each other.
Easton pulls his fingers out of me, and positioning his hard length at my entrance, he starts to push inside me.
Finally!
Just as the head of his manhood stretches me, he pulls back before slamming into me with a single hard thrust.
Oh God.
My body bows off the bed, and I’m unable to stop the cry bursting over my lips from the sting deep inside me.
“Sorry,” he hisses, dropping kisses all over my face. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He presses his forehead to mine, his features strained from the effort it takes to keep still.
A breath quivers over my lips, and then I realize Easton is inside me, and my emotions threaten to overwhelm me.
A frown line appears between his eyes. “Are you okay?”
I force a smile to my lips and wrap my arms around his neck so he won’t pull away from me. “I’m good. Just a little emotional.”
“Good emotional?” he double-checks.
“Very good.” With our eyes locked, I admit, “I’ve dreamed about this for fourteen years.”
Surprise flickers over his face. “Fourteen?”
When I nod, his expression softens, then he gives me a tender kiss. His hold on my thigh tightens, and he pulls slowly out of me. There’s a slight burn, but nothing I can’t handle, until he plunges back inside me and the sting returns.
Easton notices the flash of pain on my face, and when it looks like he’s going to stop, I say, “Keep going so I can get used to you.”
Luckily, he listens, and keeping his pace slow, he thrusts into me a few more times. His body trembles and his muscles strain, telling me it’s taking a lot of self-control on his part to accommodate me.