Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21888 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Not yet. Keep it the fuck together for her.
“Are you okay?” I managed to grit out, wanting to make sure she wasn’t in too much pain.
She moaned and shook her head. “I’m fine. Keep going. Don’t stop.”
Fuck, I’d never stop.
I was fully seated inside her now, my balls pressed right up against her ass, her pussy clenching around my cock. I started moving in and out of her slowly, gently. My pleasure built… the pressure along with it. The need to stay calm, to make sure this was good for her, was at the forefront of my mind. I hunched my shoulders forward, lowered my head, and claimed her mouth as I thrust in and out of her.
I pulled out and pushed into her especially hard, and she gasped and held on tighter, digging her nails in deeper. She was so fucking primed for me.
“You feel so good.” I couldn’t stop the words from spilling from my mouth. The feeling of her pussy squeezing my cock and of her wanting this so damn badly made me almost come right then and there.
“I want to be so deep inside you nothing else matters.”
“When I’m with you, nothing else matters, Beckham.”
Fuck, I felt the exact same. Nothing else mattered but this woman right here.
Chapter Thirteen
Lenora
I couldn’t lie. It hurt losing my virginity. The pain was sudden, breath-stealing. The feeling of Beckham stretching me, filling me to the point I felt like I’d break in two.
But even though it hurt, knowing Beckham was the one with me, taking my innocence, had that discomfort taking a backseat. It had my pleasure rising.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, and I nodded.
I didn’t want to tell him how badly it initially hurt, because what good would that do? So instead, I curled my hands around his biceps a little tighter and whispered, “Don’t stop.”
The strain on his face was clear, and I knew it was because he was trying to keep his control in check for me.
He thrust in slow and easy, and I swore he was holding his breath. Heat started to build inside of me, that discomfort still there but not as powerful as it had initially been. And as the time passed, I start to felt that bone-deep pleasure that I always thought came with having sex. But I knew it wasn’t just the physical aspect of it, but the fact that I was here with Beckham.
He was big and thick, hitting parts of me that had my toes curling and my heart racing. Sweat beaded my brow, my breathing was erratic, and I felt something building deep inside me.
“God, Lenora, you feel so good.” Beckham closed his eyes and groaned softly, and that sound had my pulse beating right in my clit. “Grip on to me as I take you, as I claim you and you claim me.” He leaned closer to my mouth. “Hold onto me as I make love to you… as I fuck you.”
A shiver worked through me, and I couldn’t stop myself from gasping at his crude, blunt words. I had my hands on his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh. Beckham started pulling out of me, the tip of his cock lodged in my body before he pushed back in, slow and easy, gentle and thorough.
He buried his face in the crook of my neck again, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him just as tightly as he held me. He started moving at a steady pace then, in and out, his thick, long cock tunneling through my folds and claiming me.
He hit something deep, and I couldn’t hold in my moan.
“Does it feel good, Lenora?” He sounded tense, breathless. I knew he was trying to stay in control for me.
“God. Yes.”
He thrust in and out of me slowly and turned his head so he could press his mouth to mine. He filled me, stretched and consumed me, and he was so powerful I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling back in pleasure.
Beckham was hard where I was soft.
When Beckham retreated an inch, the thick head of his cock was poised at my entrance. He stayed still for a second as he stared in my eyes, and then he thrust back in deeply, harder this time. The force of that last push had me shifting up on the mattress. He was almost all the way out again then pushed back into me.
Over and over, he did this, thrusting, pushing, tunneling into me. He moved faster and a little harder with each movement, with each passing second.
“Watch as I take you, Lenora, as I give you my virginity and take yours.” He leaned in and kissed me again, grunting. He rose up, braced his hands on the bed by my head, his forearms straight, and looked down the length of our bodies. “God, look at us, baby,” he seemed to mutter to himself. I rose up enough that I could watch as he plunged his cock into my pussy. Every time he would retreat, I saw how glossy his shaft was from my pussy, saw the streaks of my virgin blood coating his length.