Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171979 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 860(@200wpm)___ 688(@250wpm)___ 573(@300wpm)
He smiled. It was hard to keep his chuckle in. Of course, he knew. Hell, he had figured as much based on the clothes she wore, and she had pretty much confirmed it when she told him she had never been kissed. Him feeling how tight she was had only solidified his theory.
“I wouldn’t have been surprised.”
Valerie’s blue eyes, that matched the blue in his, almost brimmed with tears. “Are you disappointed?”
“Are you kidding? I …” He broke off, not wanting her to know he had played her game and already felt at a disadvantage to her avatars. Whether she knew it or not, she was attracted to tall men who were broodingly handsome and built as if they could take on Batman with one hand tied behind their backs. That wasn’t him. He had a gun that could get the job done without breaking a sweat. He didn’t like to sweat, always thankful for his genes naturally being lean and strong.
“I’m not disappointed,” he said thickly before placing a tender kiss on her lips.
When she kissed him back, he started moving again. Pacing his strokes, he thrust in and out of her, gradually increasing the depth of his cock. He only knew he had broken through her hymen when he felt Valerie trying to wiggle away from him. Holding her still, he slowed his pace, letting her adjust to his size until he felt her bucking against him.
God, she feels so fucking good.
Sliding his hand between their bodies, he found her clit, speeding up his thrusts all while stimulating her. Taking Valerie’s moans as badges of honor, for some crazy reason, it goaded him on. In turn, he only wanted her to feel the same way, so he put extra care into his motions to do so, wanting her to know just how good sex could feel for her first experience.
A girl like Valerie, who always sought comfort, could easily get burned and swear off sex altogether. As terrible as it sounded, it selfishly made him happy that her first experience, which was always the most memorable, would be owned by him.
Still working her bud, he moved from her mouth to one of her breasts to capture a precious peach nipple. When it came to a peak, his thrusts went deeper than ever as her gasps came faster, alerting Sal that she was about to come. Rising up over her and onto his hands, he powered into her as nails bit into his back.
Her orgasmic cries filled the room while Valerie spiraled out of control, giving him the okay for his owe release. Sal had to hold back his yells of satisfaction, from grinding himself into her until his arms gave out from under him. Falling onto her, he was rewarded with a climax that not only had the bed shaking but his whole world. Six months of pent-up aggression toward one another had finally played out between them, and it took what energy Sal had left to move to the side to give her breathing room.
Exhausted from barely getting any sleep the last two nights, he began dozing off, his arm wrapped snuggly around Valerie’s waist. He was sinking into a deep sleep when he felt her move to drape her naked self over his chest.
“Sal?” she whispered.
Barely awake, he lifted one eyelid. “Yeah?”
“Um, how long do we have to wait before we can do it again?”
Does she ever fuckin’ sleep?
He managed to wave a hand over his more than satisfied dick. “Depends on what you do to get a rise out of that.”
With the lack of response, he closed his eye again, thinking he finally did the impossible of rendering Valerie speechless. Until …
“Sal?”
“Hmm …” he mumbled, feeling her light fingertip teasingly circle over his chest.
“Did you know I love popsicles?”
FIFTEEN
MAKING ME SUICIDAL
“Wake up.”
The feeling of something being thrown down on her, along with his voice, had Valerie jolting up in the bed awake.
Dammit! Quickly covering up her exposed breasts, she had forgotten she was bare-ass naked on Sal’s bed. When more memories of last night flooded her foggy brain, she wanted to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
Trying to cover up more of her flesh with the sheet, she wasn’t sure why it mattered much considering the man fully dressed and staring at her wide-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning had been sucking on her nipples for half the night. Her modesty hadn’t just been thrown out the window, it had been tossed out and run over by an armored truck twenty-seven times.
She picked up the items that had been thrown on her with her free hand. “What is this?”
“Clothes,” he stated the obvious.
“Yeah, I know that,” she grumbled, revealing more of them only for her stomach to feel somehow even sicker than she already did after remembering absolutely everything that had conspired between them last night. She was pretty sure a Nintendo 64 had never led to anything like that before. “But they’re girl clothes …”