Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30448 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Even with only the moonlight coming in through the blinds, I could make out the outline of his body. The way he fit perfectly against mine under the covers.
“I practically just dry humped you in my sleep,” I mumbled.
He twirled a lock of my hair around his finger and smirked. “You could show me your sassy side and ask me for the real thing.”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to think of how to explain my predicament. “Um…I’ve never…”
“Never what, baby?”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I blurted, “I’ve never slept in the same bed with a guy until tonight, let alone had sex.”
“Lindsay, baby. Look at me.” His thumb brushed the apple of my cheek, and I took a deep breath before opening my eyes again. “You mean I’m the first man who’s gotten to hold you like this in bed? That if you let me, I’ll be the first and only one to ever have you?”
“First and only?” I gulped, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“When I take you, know that you’re mine.”
He sealed his words with a brush of his lips against mine, lighter than he’d done before. Probably because he didn’t want to pressure me into doing anything I wasn’t ready for yet. And any other day, I most likely would’ve backed off. But after what happened in the hospital parking lot, and earlier before he left to meet with his president, I wanted to grab life with both hands. So that was exactly what I did, letting my tongue slide along his as he let out a guttural groan from deep in his throat.
His palms slid down my side, warming me through the thin fabric of the shirt he’d given me to sleep in. Emboldened by his reaction, I slipped my own hands between us and bumped against his dick, which was already hard and stretching the front of his boxer briefs.
I may have been a virgin, but that didn’t mean I was completely unaware of what I wanted. But when I ran my fingers down his hard length, Beck didn’t react how I expected. He immediately stopped kissing me and grabbed my wrist.
I blinked hard as I tilted my head back to meet his heated stare. “Did I do something wrong?”
He shook his head. “Hell no, baby. Your touch feels too damn good. If you are going to let me fuck you, I need to make sure you’re ready for me first. And if you touch me, I’ll lose control.”
“Oh.”
He let go of my hand and unwrapped his body from mine before sliding under the covers.
I couldn’t see where he moved, but I felt him as he pressed his hands to my thighs, rolling me onto my back before he tugged my panties down my legs. The fact that I couldn’t see what he was doing made his movements even more intoxicating.
There was a whisper of a touch to my thighs. His lips.
Then his finger hooked inside of my already wet entrance.
I gasped, my hips automatically pushing forward as if my body couldn’t wait to meet his.
“My good girl was having a very dirty dream.” He twisted his wrist with a deep chuckle. “Remind me to have you tell me all about it. Later. After I’ve made you scream my name at least a few times.”
“Uh-huh,” I managed to breathe, ready to agree to just about anything with how he was touching me.
“Gonna make you so fucking ready to take my cock,” he murmured, breathing on my dripping sex. “I have to taste this pretty pussy.”
My legs shook as he dove his head between my legs, with the right amount of pressure in the perfect spots as he devoured me with his lips and tongue.
I gripped hard onto the sheets, my thighs shaking as I felt my whole body light up.
“Beck, yes! Oh yes, I’m going to come,” I panted, bucking my hips forward to meet his face.
He didn’t stop his movements, only picking up the pace. His fingers and tongue moved in rapid succession as I exploded, feeling my arousal drip down my thighs before he lapped up every last bit of it.
But he didn’t stop there. He kept at me, adding his fingers into the mix until I was screaming his name. “Beck! Yes, oh yes!”
I was barely coming down from the high of my orgasms—the first ever given to me by someone else—when he slid upward. He trailed kisses along my stomach, and then my shirt was off, his tongue swirling around each of my pebbled nipples.
His hazel eyes met mine, filled with fierce desire. “Damn, baby. You taste so fucking good. Need to start every day with my mouth on your pussy.”
With the pleasure he’d just given me, I wasn’t going to argue. “If you keep making me feel like that, I’m on board with that plan.”