Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He’s a good person, kind, and the perfect man for this job.
“I know. I want you though.” I force the words past my lips, realizing how true they are. I really do want him. Want him to be my first.
“Are you sure? I promise you don’t have to do this. You can stay here, regardless. I’m asking for nothing in return.”
“I really want you,” I admit shamelessly. My parents would lose it if they could see me right now. If they knew how much I do want this, how sinful my mind is.
I’ve always known I was different from the rest of my family. The black sheep, even at a young age. Always testing boundaries, always rebelling, never following rules, and now I’m breaking one of the holiest customs. I’m giving away my virginity to a man I’m not married to, one I’ve known only a matter of minutes.
“If you’re sure this is what you want?” Lex’s voice grows deeper, reaching a spot inside of me that makes me shiver.
Wanting to show him rather than use words, I shove my skirt down my legs and tug my shirt off over my head. I do my best not to feel embarrassed over my plain cotton panties and bra and instead reach for his jeans, tugging the zipper down. My hands are shaking, and I swallow thickly when he reaches up and brushes the hair at my neck away. Leaning forward, he peppers kisses along my skin, and it’s like my entire body is being lit on fire.
His lips feel so good on my skin, his fingers dig into the flesh at my hips as he tugs me forward, and I feel the hard ridge of his manhood resting against my belly. I’m consumed with a need to get this done, and so I push his jeans down his hips. At the same time, he pushes the straps of my bra down over my shoulders before tugging the cups down, exposing my breasts to the cool air.
My nipples are hardened, sensitive, and I gasp when his wet mouth moves down my shoulder, closing around one of the tight peaks.
Pleasure ignites deep in my core, and I move my hands to his head, holding him in place, wanting him to continue. His tongue laps at my nipple before he switches to the other, eliciting a gasp out of me. My face feels as if it’s on fire, a wetness forming against my panties.
I want more, need more. I need to seal the deal before he changes his mind. Tracing a hand down his body, I’m mesmerized by the dips and hard plains. He’s fit and firm, and strangely, I feel safe with him.
When my fingers graze over his length, he pulls back, his emerald gaze colliding with mine. A groan pushes past his lips, and he pulls away just enough to tug his shirt off and pull his pants down. Then he’s on me. Wrapping his hands around the back of my thighs, he lifts me and hauls me against his chest like I weigh nothing.
I grip onto his shoulder and watch with amazement as he moves us into another room with a nice comfy looking bed.
“You should be fucked in a bed, not on the couch, or against the wall,” he whispers against my ear. A lump forms in my throat at the words, and a sliver of fear settles deep in my gut. This is going to hurt, I know it is. I’ve heard the stories from the other women in our family.
Dropping me onto the mattress, he climbs onto the bed beside me. Drinking me in, I feel his eyes on every inch of my skin. Exposed and vulnerable, I contemplate lifting my arms to cover myself, but know I would be giving him the wrong idea if I did.
Pushing the fear away, I circle my arms around his neck and tug him closer. His hardness brushes against my panties, and I’m eager to get this done. Spreading my legs wide so he can fit between them, I kiss him hard. He gives back to me with the same intensity, and after we kiss for a bit, I move my hands down to his boxers.
Pulling away, he shakes his head. “I’m going to finger you first.”
My brow furrows, I’ve never heard of such a thing, but I don’t want him to stop or rethink, so I nod my head and rest back against the mattress, letting him do as he pleases. Grabbing my panties, he slowly pulls them down my hips. I bite the inside of my cheek until I taste the coppery tang of blood.
Don’t show how nervous you are.
His fingers slowly trail down my body, his hand disappearing between my legs. I’m self-conscious, wondering what he plans to do. Is he going to inspect me, or just touch me? As soon as his fingers rub against the small bundle of nerves hidden between my lips, I whimper. He grins down at me, and I decide that smile is something I’ll remember for the rest of my life.