Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
I begin to rock a little, pushing back and forth without breaking the seal. Her pussy walls hold tighter every time I pull back, practically sucking the life out of my dick. If I wasn’t so completely lost in the heaven of my woman’s pussy, I might be worried about it breaking my cock. But…right now I don’t give a fuck.
Chapter Seven
Shelby
It’s shocking how much my life has changed in the past twenty-four hours. Yesterday when I woke up, I was a virgin who did singing telegrams for random strangers to pay my share of the rent for a tiny apartment I shared with three other girls. This morning, the only person I need to sing for is an insanely sexy, award-winning composer who’s sharing his huge house with me. And his bed, which is why I’m definitely not a virgin anymore. Several times over since he woke me up twice in the night to take me. As I roll over on the big mattress, I’m sore in places I didn’t even think about before now.
“Ouch,” I groan after I sit up.
“Shit, baby. I should’ve thought about how you’d feel this morning and controlled myself a little more. I’m sorry,” Theo apologizes as he stalks over to the bed from the bathroom doorway. “You need some pain relievers?”
Realizing I’m completely naked, I yank the sheet up to my chest and nod. “Yeah, I think that’d help.”
His lips kick up at the corners as he brushes one long finger down my cheek. “Are you feeling a little shy this morning?”
“Maybe.” My cheeks fill with heat when his gaze drops lower.
He traces along the sheet. “There isn’t any need to be since I’ve seen and tasted just about every inch of your skin already.”
“And that’s exactly why I’m feeling shy,” I squeak.
He claims my mouth in a deep but brief kiss before whispering against my mouth, “I’ll let it slide for now since you’re so new to this.”
“Gee, thanks,” I laugh as I push at his chest.
He moves back toward the bathroom and pauses in the doorway to look over his shoulder and suggest, “Don’t do it on my account, but maybe you’ll feel comfortable if you put some clothes on. The stuff the movers brought over from your old place is in the closet.”
I let his reference to the apartment I share with the girls pass since he’s already made his opinion of me going back there obvious. He’s going to pay me more than I ever earned doing singing telegrams, so my plan is to still give the girls my share of rent while I’m here so I don’t lose my spot. As amazing as last night was, my biggest fear is that Theo will realize how far out of my league he is and I’ll be left with nowhere to go. I won’t let that happen to myself.
Hearing the medicine cabinet shut and the water turn on, I hurry out of bed and into the closet to at least toss on a shirt and panties before Theo comes back out. It’s weird seeing my cheap T-shirts hanging up across from what are probably thousand-dollar suits. Heck, I’m pretty sure he has ties that cost more than what I spent on the entire contents of one of my suitcases. Refusing to think about it too much, I quickly grab a shirt and wiggle into it. But I hit a snag in my plan when I pull open the drawers on the side of the closet where Theo stashed all my stuff and only find socks. There isn’t any sign of my bras or panties. After yanking a pair of pajama bottoms off a hanger—it’s super weird to find them hanging up—I wander back into the bedroom. “I think the movers forgot some of my stuff.”
“Like what?” Theo asks, handing me a glass of water and a couple of ibuprofen.
My voice is whisper-soft when I answer, “All my bras and underwear.”
“Right,” he drawls. “About that.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “About what?”
He runs his hand through his hair and flashes me a sheepish grin. “I didn’t feel comfortable with strange men touching stuff that was going to cover your pussy and tits, so I told them to leave it all behind.”
“I—You—” I stammer, trying to figure out how to respond. On one hand, it might come in handy to have some of my stuff still at the apartment if the time comes that I need to move back there. But it still presents a major problem in the meantime. “Am I supposed to just walk around without them the entire time I live here?”
His gaze drops to my boobs, and he grins. “That’d be fine by me as long as nobody else is around, but the guy manning the gate this morning just texted to let me know my assistant dropped off the clothes I asked her to pick up for you. There should be plenty of bras and panties in the bags they’re bringing to the door.”