Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Unable to speak, my gaze flew up at the man, and immediately, the air whooshed from my lungs again, making it impossible to breathe. Because he was so gorgeous, so devastatingly handsome that my heart skipped a beat. Black hair and piercing blue eyes looked back at me, amused, that mobile mouth curving into a knowing smile.
“Sorry about that,” my savior ground out. “Didn’t mean to shock you but it was an emergency and all.”
With that, big fingers adjusted his board shorts so that his glans no longer showed.
“We don’t get a choice about our uniforms, and this was the longest they had,” he shrugged, eyes still gleaming at me. “I figure you can put up with it seeing that I just saved your life after all.”
Panting and heaving, I struggled to sit up, my curves still blatantly obvious in the too-tight suit.
“Thanks,” was all I could manage in a strangled voice. “I appreciate it,” I croaked again.
Oh my god! My brain screamed. You just saw his cock and that’s all you can say? He just saw your pussy and creamy tits, and that’s all you can say? Oh my god, oh my god!
But there was nothing more to be done because people were running over now with cries of, “Did Claire drown?” “Is she going to live?” “Call 911, does anyone know CPR?”
Never mind that I was sitting up now, clearly on the right side of life. Sure, I looked like a wet rat, but still, I was going to live. And with another knowing grin, that smile gleaming and white, the lifeguard strolled away.
“Take care, now,” came his departing rumble. “Try not to drown again.”
With that, a circle of people surrounded me, blocking his retreating form from my gaze. A babble of voices filled my ears, annoying and loud, but I couldn’t hear. All I could see in my mind’s eye was the bronze god who’d saved my life. The man with the wicked blue eyes, muscled bod, and hot, hung rod.
It was so wrong. I should have been panicked, and I should have been worrying about my health, but did that matter? No. All I could think about was him. What was his name? Did he usually work here? Would I ever see him again? I’d failed my swim test after all, and it was going to take some practice. Maybe he could teach me?
Thus, despite the swirl of activity surrounding my frame, a secret smile crept onto my lips. Because yes, I’d been drowning. Yes, I’d been helpless in the deep end of the pool, ready to say my last rites. But I hadn’t been so out of it that I didn’t notice what had happened, namely that when the studly lifeguard put his arms around me, pulling me from the depths, it had pressed against me. I’d felt that hard rod pulsing against my thigh, the unmistakable pole of man pushed up hard against my belly, ready to take. The fuckshaft had seared me then, even on the brink of death, and maybe that’s what had brought me back from the edge.
Because I don’t want to die a virgin. I want that massive piece of iron claiming me, delving deep into my insides, and impaling me to the max. I wanted to pant in the gorgeous alpha’s arms, but with a different kind of panting this time, one of lust, heat, and need.
Shaking my head, body vibrating, my eyes began to focus again. I was a changed woman now. I couldn’t die a virgin. I had to find him. I had to feel him again, to press myself against that body, and take him inside my pussy, milking him deep.
Was this really me? Did these dirty thoughts really belong to shy Claire McLain, girl one who’s never been with a man? But it was true because in a flash, my life was different now. I was innocent and naïve yes, but the alpha had shown me something that I wasn’t supposed to see … and now, I wanted more.
To be continued …