Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
I’m still on the cusp of hysteria when Cash adds another finger into the mix. He stretches me to the point of being painful, but the lashes of his tongue and the shudders still reeling my mind push the pain to the background of my mind. It feels too good to stop him, and a second orgasm builds as quickly as the first.
“Cash…”
His groan at my murmur of his name sets me off again. As the room spins around me, I gasp for air, certain I’m seconds from collapse. It is an intense couple of minutes that grow even more hazy when Cash stands from his crouched position, scrubs a hand over his climax-coated mouth, then slowly inches down his boxer shorts.
I saw his cock a few days ago, but not like this. Not so up close and personal. Its size is far more confronting when positioned next to my quaking thighs. It truly is a middle leg.
I’ve heard numerous rumors about the size of his cock, and it appears as if every one of them are true. It’s thick, long, and accentuated with three silver stud-like piercings at the top.
“Are they for you or me?” I ask while watching Cash roll a condom down his shaft. Don’t ask me where he got that from because I am as clueless as you.
Cash’s grin has me desperate to squeeze my thighs together. “They’re for you.” Once the latex is strangling the base of his thick dick, he plucks me off the table and moves us to the double bed still covered with the dust-proof sheet my mother places on it at the end of every season. “But not yet. You’re not wet enough to take me yet.”
I glare at him as if he is insane. I’m reasonably sure there is a puddle on the table, and it has nothing to do with a leaky roof.
My shocked expression switches to needy when Cash sits on the bed before pulling me down to straddle his lap. He wasn’t lying when he said his piercings are for my pleasure. When one rolls over my already sensitive clit, my need to climax kicks into overdrive all over again.
“Yes, Einstein. Ride me.” Cash unlatches my bra before leaning back and fisting the sheets, leaving the task of getting me off this time to me. “Then we’re going to do it again, but I’ll be inside you then.”
I shiver at the thought of taking him. He’s too large. Too thick.
Too experienced to stuff this up, so enjoy the crazy wild ride, McKayla.
Although I should be annoyed by my inner monologue, I’m not. I’d rather lose my virginity to someone who knows what they’re doing than fumble my way through an experience I’d rather forget. My cousin, Janice, lost hers in the back of a dirty truck with a guy who acted as if he didn’t know her five seconds after the deed was done.
This is so much better.
“Cash…” I murmur when the tingles reactivating inside me startle me. They feel stronger this time around, more dangerous.
“I’m right here, Einstein. Keep going.”
Hair clings to my sweaty cheeks when I shake my head. “I can’t. I can’t do it by myself.”
“Yeah, you can.” He licks up a droplet of sweat from the top of my lip before locking his eyes with mine. “You just need to let go of the reins and have faith in yourself.” He rocks his hips upward for the next three rolls before saying, “Then, if you fall, you only need yourself to get back up.”
Goose bumps follow the trek of his hand when he glides it up my sweaty stomach, past my breasts, before he curls it around my throat. He doesn’t compress my windpipe like some raunchy novels depict. He merely holds my gaze while silently encouraging me to use him as I swore I never would.
“I want you to use me, Einstein.” The shakes ramp up when he murmurs, “Because we do everything tit for tat, so once you’re done, I’m going to use you for hours.”
Hours?
“Yes, McKayla,” Cash murmurs when shudders overtake my body.
Stars float in front of my eyes as my body surrenders to the madness overcoming it. I moan on repeat, my mind and body as exhausted as each other before I eventually sag against Cash’s thrusting chest.
I’m barely coherent when Cash guides me up so the head of his cock balances at the entrance of my pussy.
“Stay relaxed,” he begs when instincts have me wanting to clam up. “I need you exhausted and floppy to make this less painful.” He grunts his last three words while thrusting his hips up, impaling me with one ardent thrust.
“Oww,” I whimper, my sob incapable of being held back.
This hurts.
“It’s okay. It’s done. The bad part is over.” Cash kisses the tears that unexpectedly pop out of my eyes before he switches his focus to my mouth.