Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33157 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Why are you waiting?” The question was ripped from me against my will. I wanted all he had to give me, but I wasn’t prepared to beg him. Definitely not this fast. If there was any doubt I’d come to him inexperienced, this was it. I needed to keep my mouth shut. Let him do what he wanted and be happy. Maybe then I could manage to prove I could be what he needed. I’d follow his lead without hesitation and maybe I could convince him I just really enjoyed sex and hope he ignored the possibility I’d come to him a virgin. That was the last thing I wanted him to know.
“Because I’ve waited for this moment for fuckin’ ever. The second I get inside you, it’s fuckin’ over because I will come so fuckin’ hard I’ll never recover.”
I had to study him to determine if he was telling the truth. Which was difficult given the fact he was driving me fucking crazy with his mouth on my pussy. I wanted to believe him, but I just didn’t have enough experience to know for sure. He was sweating, and I thought his hands shook where he held my thighs, but I was trembling so much I couldn’t be sure.
Deacon’s hands roamed over my thighs and ass cheeks possessively, claiming every inch of my skin he touched. Then one hand slid down my torso to cup and squeeze one breast. I cried out at the unexpected pleasure.
“So gentle and dainty,” he murmured. “Exquisite. Never knew a woman could be so fierce yet so delicate.”
“I’m not delicate.” The protest came out breathy so I wasn’t sure if he believed me.
Deacon’s eyes darkened further at my protest, and he pulled away from my aching pussy, giving it one last long lick with his tongue before he let my legs go. He moved from the bed and kicked off his shoes. Stripping off his jeans and boxers, he stepped out of them. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and taking out a condom before tossing the condom packet to the bed and his clothing and wallet onto a nearby chair. His socks soon followed. His impressive cock bobbed before him, ready to be sheathed in the warmth of my pussy. It was thick and veiny, heavily flushed with pre-cum glistening at the tip. He picked up the condom packet again, tearing it open and rolling it on with practiced ease, never taking his eyes off mine.
“This is your last chance, Apple. You sure you’re ready?”
“I’ve been ready a long time, Deacon.” My voice was a mere thread of sound as I stared at his cock. I wanted it with greedy abandon. Wanted him. Deacon.
He growled low in his throat, a sound that made my stomach flip with excitement. He crawled back on top of me, rubbing my body with his until he settled back in the cradle of my thighs. He gripped my hips firmly and guided his cock to my entrance, teasing me by pushing forward slightly before pulling back again. His tortured expression was both arousing and terrifying, a heady combination that had me writhing under his touch.
“Please…” I whimpered before I could quell the sound. Deacon pushed forward once more, breaching my tight pussy with one slow thrust. There was a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure, shooting through me like fireworks in the sky. I tried not to wince because I knew he’d know I’d never been with a man if I didn’t. I had to make it through this without embarrassing myself. If this was the only time I ever got to be with Deacon, I wanted it to be perfect. Though, I had to admit, if he kept playing my body like he’d been doing, it might be worth the embarrassment.
“Fuck!” Deacon groaned, grabbing onto my hips tighter as he began to move in and out of me, each stroke deeper than the last. The friction was exquisite, but I needed more -- I needed him to take control completely.
“Please,” I begged again, arching up into him as he hit something deep inside of me that sent sparks shooting through my core. He caught me by the waist and slammed into me hard then, claiming me completely with each rough thrust.
Deacon lay fully on top of me, his arms wrapped around me, his hips moving harder and harder as he fucked me like he needed to. My mind felt like it was fracturing. The pleasure was overwhelming and numbing at the same time. It was as if I was on some kind of sensory overload, my body refusing to process anything more.
“Fuck… fuck!” Deacon growled as he looked down into my face. I was sure I just stared at him in awe. How could a man bring so much pleasure to one woman? It was in that moment that I understood exactly what he’d meant when he said I was too damned young for him. No doubt a woman older and more experienced in sex would know what to do in this situation. She could bring him as much pleasure as he brought her and all I could do was lie there while he took me.