Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94921 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Working long hours didn’t exactly make for a good relationship. Also, there had to be men who were willing to be with her, and not just think about her brothers or the club they were associated with.
She could come up with a million reasons, but the only one that mattered to her was the fact that she didn’t want to have a relationship with anyone else. A teeny, tiny part of her had only been interested in Hunter. That little crush had sparkled from the moment she met him, as a grown woman, or older teenager, whichever suited.
“So, I was your first kiss?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And I’m the first man to see you naked?”
“As a grown woman, yeah. When I was a kid, I’m pretty sure all my brothers and my parents, you know, they got to see me.”
“And I’m the only man to stare at this pretty cunt?”
If he intended to silence her, then he had done a good job. She had no idea what to say as he spread her legs. His gaze traveled from her face, stopped at her tits, but then moved down between her thighs.
She had a small patch of pubic hair that covered her mound. Harlow had never wanted to completely remove it. She had seen it done a few times, and it always looked painful.
Hunter rested his hands at her knees. Every part of her body that he touched felt so sensitive, even through clothing. But right now, neither of them were clothed. They were both very much naked.
Staring at him, she waited, not sure what to say or do. This was happening. This wasn’t a dream. Hunter was naked, his cock fully erect, his hands on her, staring at her body.
She held her breath as he began to slowly stroke the inside of her thighs and work up toward her pussy. He didn’t touch her right away. Just small strokes, going forward and then backward, the tips of his fingers igniting a pleasure she couldn’t deny.
“Do you want me to touch your pussy?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me, Harlow. Tell me to touch your pussy.”
Harlow felt her cheeks heat. She had never been shy in telling people what she wanted but this was different. Hunter was different, and it wasn’t like she was asking for candy, or even to be listened to. No, this was something completely different.
“Touch my pussy,” she whispered the words.
Hunter chuckled. “I didn’t hear you.”
He was being a pain in the ass on purpose.
“Touch my pussy,” she said, staring at him.
“Good girl. Now say please.”
She rolled her eyes but repeated the word for him, and before she had finished saying it, her response ended on a moan. She just couldn’t help it. The pleasure was intense. All he did was place his palm on her pussy, and she already felt on fire with need.
“So soft,” he said, stroking the fine hairs that covered her lips. When he pressed a finger between and touched her clit, she cried out, arching up. “And sensitive. Tell me, Harlow, have you touched yourself?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Well, it looks to me like I’m going to have to teach you to do that properly. You haven’t been taking proper care of this sweet little cunt.” He opened the lips of her sex and started to use two fingers. He slid either side of her clit, not quite touching her, but the teasing was almost too much for her to handle.
“If you’ve never had a man touch you here, then you’ve not had a man’s mouth here, either. Have you?” he asked.
“No.”
Harlow watched as he slid close to her pussy, and then she didn’t need to ask any questions as his mouth replaced his fingers, and he began to lick and suck at her clit.
The pleasure was intense.
His mouth worked her pussy, staying focused on her clit, and she didn’t know how much she could take. She had never had her clit licked or sucked. Hunter used his teeth as well, but it wasn’t too painful, just hinting at what he could do. He soothed out any kind of pain by flicking his tongue back and forth across her nub.
As he did so, he built her arousal, and Harlow knew there was nothing she could do to hold back, to stop her from coming. She was at the mercy of her own body.
He thrust her over the edge, giving her the first orgasm by a man and his mouth.
****
Harlow was a temptation he couldn’t deny himself. Her pussy tasted like heaven and Hunter knew he was going straight to hell.
She was too good for him, too precious, and he was evil. All his life, he’d done bad things. This was the worst thing he had ever done—deflowering her—and even though he knew she wanted it, it didn’t matter. He knew better. He was never going to offer her forever. She was just a pussy in a long line that had come before her, and there would be plenty after her.