Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
I can’t stand it anymore. The pressure builds from within, my core throbbing. He gives special attention to each breast, twisting the tiny buds between his big fingers as he uses his mouth and teeth to make me come. I can’t believe this simple act made me unravel like a ball of yarn. This is a first for me. And if I keep going with Drake, he will take another first from me.
I haven’t waited this long to have sex, only to give in to my desires with the biggest manwhore on campus. Nope, this cannot happen with Drake. Foreplay, sure, we can do that. But sex is one hundred percent out of the question. My first time can’t be in my dorm room with Drake. I want it to be with someone I love.
“Drake.” I fist his shirt between my fingers. He stops sucking on my nipple and looks up at me, a fire blazing behind his blue eyes. “We have to stop, okay?”
He nods and then sits up on the bed next to me. We sit there for a second in silence before he says, “Did I do something? I thought we were…”
I shake my head. “No, not at all. I want to keep going, but I can’t. You’ve been with so many girls, and I’ve been with… well, no one.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yeah.” My cheeks heat from my confession. “Don’t laugh.”
He slips his fingers between mine, holding my hand on his massive thigh. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve done this plenty of times.”
“No, I haven’t,” he says without an ounce of hesitation.
His words strike me as odd. Earlier, he said he’s never been with any of the girls on campus, and yet he’s sent tons of dick pics over the years.
“Your actions don’t match your words. I don’t get you, Drake.”
“I haven’t done this,” he admits.
Surprised, I cock my head in his direction, eyebrows raised. “You’re joking, right?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, I wish I was.”
“You’re a virgin, too?”
A long, awkward silence fills the void, giving me the answer.
“How is that even possible? Girls throw themselves at you. I see it all the time.”
He rolls his shoulders, his enormous body moving against mine. “I fuck around with them.”
“And send them dick pics,” I add.
“Yeah, and that, too.”
As I turn to face him, the mattress shifts along with my weight. He’s so big he takes up most of the bed. My gentle giant has a secret that shocks the hell out of me. No one would ever believe that Drake’s a virgin. Even I’m having a hard time digesting the information, but I know he’s telling the truth. A man like Drake would never admit that if it weren’t true. His ego is too delicate for him to allow himself to be this vulnerable.
“Why do you send pictures if you don’t act on their advances?”
“I don’t know. It started out with me sending a pic to one girl. She passed it around to her friends, and then I started getting messages from random chicks.”
“But why do it at all?”
“My girlfriend in high school…” he starts, his eyes downcast at the thought, “… she freaked out when we tried to have sex, and ever since then, it’s been hard to get close to another girl.”
“What do you mean she freaked out?”
“She was a virgin and so tiny she barely reached my chest. I thought I would break her, she was so small. I didn’t get more than a few inches inside her before she started crying and flipping the fuck out. It was the worst experience of my life. I felt horrible, like I did something wrong. She acted like I raped her or something the way she screamed.” He covers his face with his hand and sighs, distraught by the memory. “We’d talked about having sex for a long time, so I thought she knew it would hurt. And then when it came time to do it, she couldn’t handle my size. I don’t think anyone can. Not long after that night we broke up.”
I tap my fingers on the top of his hand, tracing a circle on his smooth skin. “I still don’t get why you send girls those pics.”
He shrugs. “Because I figure if they know ahead of time, then it gives them the chance to walk away. That maybe if I’m lucky, the same thing won’t happen the next time. But anytime I’ve tried to do it since then, it’s like that terrible memory comes back to me, making it impossible to, you know… I just can’t do it. I don’t know why.”
“You must go home with blue balls a lot, huh?”
He bobs his head. “It fucking sucks.”
I squeeze his hand. “I won’t say anything to anyone, not even Bex.”