Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
They had taken this journey together a few times, and Willow couldn’t believe what was about to happen. She watched the elevator buttons light up each number, taking them to the top floor.
Stepping out of the elevator, Carson didn’t let go of her hands. He kept hold of her as he let them into his penthouse, and then focused on her as they walked all the way back toward the bedroom. He told her she could make this stop at any time.
Staring into his eyes, escaping into their blue depths, Willow didn’t want to run. She didn’t want this to stop. There was a small thought in the back of her mind that he might lose interest in her after this. She would no longer be a virgin. He would know what it meant to be with her, and while she fell for him, he might lose interest.
Willow fingered the edge of her t-shirt, and then lifted it over her head and tossed it to the floor. She dealt with the button of her jeans, pulled down the zipper, and wriggled out of the fabric, kicking them aside, until she stood before him in her lingerie.
Carson wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. “Let me.” He flicked the catch of her bra, removed it from her body, and then he tore her panties off.
“They were a favorite pair,” she said.
He tutted. “You’re better naked.” His hand slipped down toward her ass and he cupped the flesh, making her gasp.
His hard cock pressed against her stomach.
Willow didn’t like that she was the only one naked. She reached for his shirt and began to slide the buttons through, opening it up. He’d ruined at least two pairs of panties. She grabbed the shirt and pulled it apart. Buttons sprayed across the room. She had the skills to fix his shirt, and she put her hands on his chest and started to touch him.
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Carson felt her hands shake against his body. She was nervous.
Willow had surprised him today. All morning he’d seen Willow looking at him, and he just knew she’d been thinking about last night. Feeling her orgasm against his mouth, tasting her sweet flesh was all he’d been thinking about as well. In fact, all night he’d thought about it. He spent the whole night with a hard-on. Never had he experienced this kind of blue balls before in his life. But, he hadn’t reacted. He dealt with his dick that morning in the shower, and then to have Willow looking toward him and knowing what was going through her mind, had been a new kind of torture.
Carson had promised himself to go at her pace, but he’d not expected to feel so fucking consumed. Sex hadn’t played a big part in his life. Yes, he had fucked random women, but none of them had mattered. They merely scratched an itch he had.
Willow was different. She dominated his world. All he wanted to do was stake his claim on her.
She reached for his belt, and he took over. He undid his belt, unzipped, and pushed his pants to the floor. Willow was wide-eyed. Within seconds, his boxer briefs were gone, and he watched her, mesmerized to see what she’d do. She had no practice.
He wrapped his fingers around his dick, worked from the base up to the root, then back down again. He did this repeatedly, working his cock.
“Tell me if you want this to stop,” he said.
“No, I don’t want you to stop.”
He smiled. “Then go and lie down on the bed, Willow.”
She nibbled her lip.
Carson had no choice but to take over. He wouldn’t push past her boundaries.
She laid down on the bed, and Carson didn’t make her wait long before he joined her. He pressed a knee against the bed, then crawled between her thighs. He took hold of her legs and spread them open. His gaze fell to her sweet pussy.
“I’m going to lick your cunt, Willow.” He wanted to have her soaking wet when he finally slid his cock within her tight walls. It was going to hurt.
“You don’t have to do that, Carson. I’m ready.”
“And I’m going to make sure you’re ready.” He pressed a kiss to her thigh, and then began to work up her body, like he had done the night before.
Touching the lips of her sex, he spread her open and instantly touched her clit. He didn’t prolong the experience, he flicked his tongue back and forth across the swollen nub. Tonight, he didn’t build up her anticipation, he had one goal in mind—to get her slick and aroused.
Her first time was going to be painful and he hoped to minimize the pain.
“Carson!”
His name came out in a pleasured cry. He’d gladly hear her call his name all fucking day. It was what he wanted more than anything.