Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
I let out a long-awaited moan as he leans down. It’s the kiss I imagined all through dinner, sitting with his leg brushing mine under the table, knowing I couldn’t follow my lust.
My sex tingles as our lips meet.
He grunts and presses closer, his manhood hard against my belly. He drives forward with his hips, showing me how badly he wants it.
I feel so needed, so sexy like I never dreamed I would.
I definitely never dreamed Ben would be the one, my one.
“Let’s go,” he whispers, kissing the edge of my mouth, then my cheek, the tingles dancing across my skin.
“Where?” I ask.
“Somewhere private. Somewhere I can show you how fucking sexy you are. Come with me, Becca. Now.”
I swallow, digging my fingernails into his chest. He looms over me so massive, so strong, his muscles heaving. His torso is as solid as his throbbing manhood, almost bending my fingernails with how firm he is.
“Okay, Ben.”
He opens the car door for me and gestures inside.
Climbing in, I smooth my hands over my belly, trying to settle the nerves there. This is surely going to lead to one thing….
One thing I’ve never done, and one thing I don’t really know how to do.
June has given me some advice, of course, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to know how to handle all of Ben’s excitement. I felt how hard he was, how huge, pushed against my belly.
I tell myself to focus on one thing at a time as my heart flutters.
Shamefully, Alex only comes to me after all the worrying.
What a tangled mess.
Ben climbs in, starting the engine and guiding us away from the parking spot. I watch him as he focuses on the road. His smirk twitches. “I can feel your eyes on me.”
“Maybe I like looking. I can’t even believe you’re real.”
I gasp when he reaches over and casually grabs my thigh, squeezing up near my knee but temptingly close to my sex all the same.
“What does that mean?”
“I dreamed about this, about us,” I mutter.
He chuckles darkly, inching his hand up further between my legs. My sex feels wet and sensitive, rubbing against my panties.
“I’m more interested in the reality of you, Becca. It was so difficult not to touch you during dinner. You were sitting there, beautiful, sexy, curvy in all the right places…and I could tell how badly you wanted it.”
“You could?” I whisper, voice catching as his fingers grazed inches from my sex’s entrance, pushing down on my leg.
“It was the way we looked at each other. I knew if I started rubbing your soaked young slit right there, you’d get even wetter for me. You’d start getting drenched like the good obedient virgin you are, wouldn’t you?”
I can’t help but moan as his fingers press through my pants, pushing firmly against my sex. He snarls as he starts to move his hand up and down, his eyes still focused on the road.
“Nobody can see in here,” he growls. “The streets are dead. The windows are tinted. If they could – if a man tried to see you right now, all hot and excited – I’d make them sorry.”
The possessive words have me moaning, driving me close to the edge like the movement of his hand.
But then he snatches his hand away, letting out a heavy breath.
“I told myself I wouldn’t do anything until….”
“Until?” I ask.
“We got to our destination.”
“Where is it?”
He smirks briefly. “It’s a place I rarely use. A cabin outside the city, only an hour’s drive. I thought we could spend some time there.”
I slap him on the arm playfully. “Okay, Mr. Kidnapper, so you’re driving me out of the city without telling me first?”
He chuckles. “I’m telling you now. And don’t tell me you don’t want to go.”
“I guess I’ll have to text Mom and Dad, tell them I’m staying at June’s.”
Our eyes meet, the need for subterfuge making us both color for a moment. Even Ben’s cheeks shade with red, just for a second. We both know this is wrong. But we’re also caught up in it, in each other.
I squeeze my legs together, shivering.
Ben tilts his head. “You know how sexy you look when you do that? You’re basically telling me how badly you want it.”
I summon a bit of bravery, sitting upright. “I do, Ben. I want it. It felt so freaking good.”
“I don’t want to disrespect you.”
My sex flutters and my lips get warm and tingly. I know I should act like a lady, but my clit is burning from when he rubbed it before. My lips feel sore and eager for attention.
“We’ll wait,” I whisper with an effort.
And what happens after the foreplay, after the kissing, rubbing, and heat? What happens when he wants to go all the way?
Taking out my phone, I text Mom and Dad, driving into the dark with my crush at my side.