Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“What’s your favorite color?” Sean says as we take our first bite. The question surprises me, and I laugh.
“Pink. You?”
“Black.”
“That’s not a color,” I argue, pinning him with a stare. He rolls his eyes.
“Favorite food.”
This time, I point my fork at him. “What is this, a pop quiz?”
Sean smirks. “Well, I know your favorite drink, your coffee order, and that you think the best part of a cupcake is the icing, but I want to know everything I can about you, sweetness. So answer the question for me.”
I’m taken aback, blushing furiously as I take a sip of wine to try to cool myself down. He’s been paying attention. Close attention. I’ve never had anyone care enough to do that before.
I humor him, answering his questions like this really is a first date. I learn his favorite food is a very specific, fancy kind of risotto from a restaurant I can’t pronounce but he promises to take me to. Then, I feel a little silly telling him my favorite is pizza.
He asks me about my hometown and my family, taking interest in every part of me. By the time our plates are clean and our glasses are nearly empty, his questions have gotten more specific.
“Gold or silver jewelry?”
“Gold.”
He nods like he’s taking notes in his mind. “Favorite position.”
My eyes widen. “Uh…what?”
His eyes darken, and the air between us grows electric. “In bed, sweetness. How do you like to be fucked?”
I swallow thickly, every inch of me on high alert. God, I want him to touch me so badly. I need it. But first… “I don’t know,” I admit with as much confidence as I can muster. “But I want you to teach me.”
He’s out of his seat faster than I can track, coming around to trap me between him and the counter, looking as wild and as desperate as I feel. “Savannah…” he grinds out through clenched teeth like my admission pains him. “You’re a virgin?”
I nod, biting my lip. “Is that…a problem?”
“Fuck no,” he growls, and I yelp as I’m suddenly in the air, held tightly in strong hands, then thrown over his shoulder. “I’m going to be the only man to ever fucking touch you, to feel that sweet pussy around me. I’m going to fill you with my come, and one day I’ll put a baby in you too. You are mine, Savannah, only ever mine. Fuck, that’s so damn hot.”
I’m shaking at his filthy words, moaning affirmations as he throws me down onto a soft mattress. He looms over me, shirt rolled up to his elbows, fists clenched in the sheets.
“Please,” I whimper, reaching for him. I might not have had sex before, but I want it so badly all the same.
In a blur of hands and fabric, he undresses us both, caressing my skin as he does, making me arch up against him. I stare at him when he throws his clothes to the floor, taking in the view for the first time. My mouth waters at the muscles on display, my eyes traveling down his defined abs to his cock, hard and heavy between his legs. Oh my god.
“You won’t fit,” I breathe, staring at it.
“It will. You’ll take me like a good girl,” he promises darkly. “And nobody else. Only. Me.”
“Yes,” I pant as he parts my legs and drags a finger through my soaked center. I’m still doubtful I can physically take him, but god I’m willing to try. “Only you. I only want you. Please, please, please.”
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs as he slips one long finger inside me. I gasp, the intrusion feeling tight but so good. “Christ, so fucking tight, sweetness. Relax and let me play with what’s mine.”
His words are like a drug. I’m not nervous, not anymore. All I feel is pleasure. Desire. His mouth on mine, the taste of sweet wine on his tongue, the curl of his fingers—two now—inside me. My legs shake. It’s so much but not enough.
“You feel like heaven around my fingers,” he groans, thrusting them inside me. I can’t remember how to form words. “So soft, so hot. So perfect. Come for me, sweetness. Soak my hand so I can give you my cock.”
This orgasm is even better than the one he gave me in the kitchen. I shatter, screaming his name, my walls clenching around his fingers desperately. And then his hand is gone, leaving me feeling empty.
“Look at me,” Sean says gruffly, and my eyes snap to his. His body covers mine, and I feel the thick head of his cock rub against my clit. “Keep your eyes on me as I take what’s mine, Savannah. Your pussy, your body, your virginity—it’s mine.”
He’s wild with desire, but so am I. “Yours,” I agree, circling my hips to try and make him move faster.