Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 86(@250wpm)___ 72(@300wpm)
“I’ll always save you. I’d protect you with my life, Callie. Always.”
She presses a soft kiss to my lips, fingers tangling in my hair as she moans softly against me.
"Touch yourself for me," I whisper, watching as uncertainty flickers across her widened eyes and her hands begin to shake. "I want to see you touch yourself."
"I-I..." she stammers, shaking her head and avoiding my gaze. "I don't do that."
My arousal grows at the realization that she is truly untouched–by any man or even by herself. She is a pure, delicate flower, and I am the only one who will ever have the privilege of cherishing her.
With gentle movements, I remove her t-shirt, guiding her hand down her smooth thighs until our fingertips brush against the elastic of her panties. Her breath quickens and I can feel her heart racing beneath my touch. With a soft look of trust in her eyes, I release my hold on her hand and urge her on with my gaze.
“Slide your fingers around the top, show me where it feels good, precious,” I instruct. The lust in my eyes burns, barely contained as she follows my guidance.
“That’s it, nice and slow. Do you feel that?” She sighs and closes her eyes. “Keep going, baby. Keep swirling those fingers until you can't take it anymore.” Blushing a deep crimson, she squirms as her inexperienced body builds towards an orgasm. Her nipples peak beneath the soft fabric of her bra and I clench my fists, desperate to touch her again. But this moment is important, it means everything.
“What are you thinking about?” My voice is thick with emotion as I slip a hand down my pants and take myself in my grip. My gaze remains fixed on her writhing form, the soft strands of hair on my pillow, one hand between her legs while the other clenches at my sheets. I'm almost losing control. I've been starved for the warmth and comfort of her touch, and just when I thought I couldn't bear it any longer, she answers my mail-order bride ad.
“I'm thinking about how you'll feel when you're finally inside me,” she hums like a prayer as her fingers pick up speed on her soft bud.
“Jesus, precious.” With a growl, I give in and crash down onto her. Delicate fingers tangle in my hair as our lips meet in a fierce kiss. She feels so good. She feels so warm. She feels like home. Kissing my way down her graceful neck and across the gentle curve of her collarbone, my hands roam up her body to cup her breasts in my palms.
She is both heaven and hell, and my ultimate undoing.
I slink down her body, tasting the inner corners of her delicate elbows, the soft skin at her wrists, the aroused flesh above her pubic bone. I expose her soaked wetness to my hungry gaze, licking my lips before glancing up at her. Holding her intense eyes, I lick one long stroke up her slit, swirling and nipping. Her breathing picks up, her eyes closing with a cry as her hips begin to rock seductively.
"I'm going to make this as easy as possible for you," I crawl up her form, kissing my way along her full breasts until I reach her bra. "But it's going to hurt." I continue kissing across her cleavage and quickly suck at her nipple as two of my fingers slide between her slick folds, rubbing her arousal at her entrance to ensure she is ready.
Her hips buck and she pants shallowly as I press one finger inside, the searing hot sensation of her pussy throwing me off balance and unleashing the animalistic rage deep within my gut. I suck in a breath, kissing my way up her neck before finding her lips and slowly kissing her with languid strokes as I add another finger. She arches and yelps for a moment before settling into a slow rhythm, accompanied by soft moans this time.
“You're so sweet,” I say, pulling my fingers away from her body and sucking on them, savoring the taste of her. Her eyes dart from my powerful thighs hovering over her bare body, back up to meet my gaze. “Are you sure you're ready for this?”
“You should know that there hasn't been anyone before you, before us,” I tell her as I wrap her creamy thighs around my waist and push down my pants. She watches as I kick them off one leg at a time and return to her, our skin now touching. “You're the only person I've ever kissed, Callie. The thought of touching anyone else usually repulses me, but with you it's different. You're just so perfect and sweet, I naturally assumed you probably had more experience than me…”
I move my nose up her torso as I line myself up with her entrance. Dragging my thick length up her slit, making sure to rub the tip against her clit, sending shivers through her body that bring a rogue grin to my lips.