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)
As the buzzer sounds to signify the end of the fourth quarter, Drake gives me a wicked grin that makes my core clench.
Standing in the middle of Drake’s bedroom, I watch as his eyes travel over my bare thighs. Dressed in his jersey that falls down to my knees, and nothing else, I tug at the seam to slide it up my legs. The navy and white fabric scratch my peaked nipples. It’s not as comfortable as a basketball jersey, though after tonight, I don’t want to wear anyone’s number on my back other than his.
“How do I look?” My voice is low and sensual.
“Perfect.” He licks his lips, leaning his head against his headboard, his long legs stretched out on the bed. His hand moves to his crotch, and he cups his massive erection. “Now, take it off for me. I’d rather see my jersey on my floor… and you naked.”
Taking my time, I sway my hips to a silent beat and stroll over to the bed, slowly inching the fabric up my stomach and finally over my head. I drop it on the floor behind me, my body on display for Drake.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Drake hisses.
His eyes rake over every inch of my body, and if it were anyone else, I would feel self-conscious. But since it’s Drake, my breathing is even, there’s not an ounce of hesitation or nervousness flowing through me. He gets on his knees and crawls to the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch me.
I step forward and gasp when his hand contacts my stomach. His warmth leeches into my skin, producing an overwhelming sensation that goes straight to my pussy. An electric pulse hums between us, the air so thick with sexual tension and desire I can hardly breathe.
“Drake,” I whisper as his hand dips between my legs. He slides his finger along my slit, teasing me as he stares into my eyes and makes slow, deliberate movements. “Mmm…” I can’t even get out the words when his long finger slides inside me. It doesn’t take much to fill me up. My tightness compared to his big fingers easily takes me to the edge.
He’s still dressed in the Sixers jersey and jeans he wore to the game. So, I lift the shirt up his rock- hard stomach and push it over his head. Next is the white tee he has on underneath. Once I have him shirtless, I run my hand over his sculpted abs. The combination of his fingers sliding in and out of me paired with the desire written all over his face takes me one step closer to finding my release.
“I’m ready,” I whimper, the words coming out in ragged breaths. A brush of heat washes over my body in waves.
“For what?” he asks as I hit the peak of my climax, clamping down hard on his fingers as I come.
I cup his shoulders with my hands, a little off balance from the sheer force of my orgasm.
Climbing onto his lap, I straddle his muscular thighs and whisper against his lips, “I want you to be my first.” I stare into his perfect blue eyes and finish, “I didn’t tell you how I felt the other day. I love you, Drake. I told you I wanted to wait to have sex with someone I love, and it’s you.”
His big hand palms the back of my head. “I love you, too, Taylor.” A shiver runs down my arms from his breath on my lips. “Are you sure? We can wait if you’re not—”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation. “But take it slow at first. Okay?”
He flips me onto my back so fast I don’t even have time to realize what’s happening. “I promise.” His hand grazes my cheek, his fingers so long and rough against my skin. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he rocks his hips into mine.
When I reach between us to fumble with the button of his jeans, he slides off the bed, quickly disposing of his pants and boxers. His cock is so long and hard I panic when I think of taking all of him.
He climbs onto the bed and resumes his place between my spread thighs.
“Drake,” I say as he bends down to kiss my neck, planting soft pecks down to my collarbone. He peeks up at me, waiting for me to speak. “I’m on the pill. So, you know, you don’t have to use anything.”
We’re both virgins, and I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen to regulate my period. It’s not like he can knock me up.
He nods, but there’s a bit of apprehension in his eyes. I wonder if he’s nervous and hiding it well. While I might be ready, I’m still terrified of his enormous cock. I mean, seriously, will it even fit? I guess there’s only one way to find out.