Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 68(@200wpm)___ 54(@250wpm)___ 45(@300wpm)
“You. I need you,” she cries loudly. Her thighs are shaking and I know she’s about to come. When she goes, I stand walking her backward toward the bed.
“You’re such a good girl, sugar.”
“Am I?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.
“You know you are,” I tell her as she sits down and scoots her ass to the middle of the bed. I climb on the bed, moving toward her.
“But… I want to be a bad girl,” she says looking up at me, biting that goddamn plump bottom lip of hers.
“You can be a bad girl too,” I tell her, taking her lips with mine. She tastes like coffee and sin.
“Can I?” she asks innocently. She doesn’t have a hint of an accent but her voice is sexy and low.
“Yes.”
“Show me how,” she says and a light goes off in my head. There’s no way on Earth this girl is untouched. Pure for my touch and my touch alone.
“Are you a virgin?” I say gritted teeth.
“Yeah. Is that a problem?” she asks, pulling her legs up and resting her head on her knees.
“No fucking way,” I say grabbing an ankle in each hand. I pull her legs until she is laying down and her legs are spread wide.
“Good. I think I’ll die if you don’t take me.”
“There’s no need for that, sugar.” I move between her open thighs and grip my dick. I line up with her opening and push into her slowly. The second I feel her virginity break, I know there’s no going back. My chest constricts. I feel alive, maybe for the first time. Fighting fires is nothing compared to the feeling I have while I’m inside of her.
“Oh God,” she cries out, wrapping her legs around my waist tightly.
“He’s not here, Sabrina. Just us. You and me, baby,” I groan. Her skin is nothing but smooth as I pound into her over and over. Reaching down, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth before moving to the other giving it the same treatment. She doesn’t say anything else, but she does moan. Leaning down I kiss her lips. Reaching between us, I pinch her clit and she goes off like a rocket. Her pussy clenches and unclenches rapidly around me, triggering my own release. I fill her with my seed and can see her round with my child. Jesus, I have never thought about being a father before, but now it’s all I can think about. It’s her. She’s making me think about all kinds of things, like getting married for starters.
Throughout the night I take her over and over. I find all of her tattoos. The Claddagh tattooed on her wrist. The Doctor Who Tardis is on her right shoulder blade. The Deathly Hallows symbol is on her left. I’ll be honest and say she had to explain that one to me. I whisper promises of forever in her ear while I dominate her pussy. Our hands are entwined above our heads while I move within her. Our first few times were frantic but now I am taking my time. Making love to her has flipped a switch in me. I am about ten damn seconds from telling her that I love her, but I don’t want to scare her off. Hell, I’m scaring myself.
When the alarm goes off, I search for her, but the other side of the bed is cold. After a quick search of the apartment, I find that her clothes are gone and I am irrationally mad. How the hell could she just leave after a night like that?
I claimed her with each and every thrust of my hips, every ounce of my seed. The future is ours. I just have to find her first.
Chapter Four
Sabrina
I finally get a chance to look around the tiny studio apartment as I gather my clothes and hightail it out of there. You can tell a man lives there alone. It was sparsely decorated and there was nothing but beer and water in the fridge when I got up in the night to get some water. I was a bit preoccupied last night with about fifty orgasms to notice the room. He did have clean towels when we took a shower at about three this morning. After that, we continued to do it every which way from Sunday. I realize that I am sore as hell as I sit down gingerly in my jeep. I grin at myself in the mirror as I start the car and drive off. I had heard from friends in high school that first times were awful, so I kinda went into thinking I’d just get it over with, become a woman and move on, but last night was nothing short of… religious. I felt revered, adored, worshipped. It was an experience I’ll never forget as long as I live, he was right about that. There’s no way in hell I’ll ever be able to sleep with another man, he’s ruined me. Too bad it was just for one night. I don’t know why he slept with me, maybe there were no options in the bar last night, but I will cherish those memories.