Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
When she turns to face me, her eyes are wide. "Elias, I need to know something."
My heart hammers against my ribs. "Okay, anything." I take a deep breath.
"The things you said at the reunion, the way you looked at me, touched me ... was it just for show?"
"You mean ... fake? No, none of it was fake, Elise. Not a single second. Not since I saw you at the game. Not since high school. For ten years, I've measured every woman I've met against you. And none of them ever came close." She stands looking down at the floor. Her hands smooth down her already very smooth dress. "How could they?"
She stares at me, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I thought I was invisible to everyone… back in high school. Especially to you."
"You were all I could see." I reach out and brush my thumb across her cheek. "I wanted you then. I want you now. I will want you always, Elise."
A single tear emerges and meanders lazily down her cheek. "I've been just as obsessed with you. I watched you in the hallways. I went to your games even though I hate sports. I followed your career, checked your Instagram even though I never followed you. I've been half in love with you since freshman year, Elias. I never thought you'd notice someone like me."
The distance between us vanishes. I'm not sure who moves first, but suddenly my mouth is on hers. Her fingers dig into my biceps, pulling me closer as if she can't bear even an inch of separation.
My hands find the zipper of her dress and tug it down while her fingers fumble with my shirt buttons. We're frantic, our clothes becoming obstacles to what we both desperately need.
Her dress pools at her feet, leaving her in nothing but black lace underwear that makes my breath hitch, my pulse jump, and my cock immediately inflate. I shed my jacket, my shirt, as her hands move to my belt buckle. Every brush of her fingers against my stomach sends shocks of electricity through my system.
Without another word, I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I press her harder against the wall. The heat of her pussy against me, even through the barrier of my pants and her underwear, is maddening. I grind against her, swallowing her moan with another kiss.
I hook my fingers in her pretty black lace panties, tearing them off down her legs in one smooth gesture. I unfasten my belt and push my pants and boxers down just enough to release my solid cock. She's wet, so wet, and the first touch of my fingers against her has her whimpering. This time, I catch my name loud and clear as she breathes it huskily right into my ear as she bites on my lobe.
With one hand under her knee, I lift her leg and position my manhood close to her pussy ready for penetration. Holding my base with one hand, I rub it along her slit, separating her folds, then position it against her entrance and insert the tip. Making sure we are ready, I tease just the tip in and out a couple of times. "Are you okay with this?" I feel her hot breath in my ear.
"Fuck me, Elias ... blow my mind," and she whispers, "fuck me like I know it's not fake."
Then I finally push my throbbing cock into her, slow and careful despite our desperation.
I lift her and lay her down on the bed.
Mindful of fulfilling her demands, I build the tempo. I'm soon pounding into her pussy relentlessly. She's tight and hot and perfect, her body tenses around mine as she adjusts to the intrusion. But as I feel her walls constrict around my thrusts and her moans, rise and fall, I subtly vary the pace, depth, and angle of each thrust. I watch her beautiful face mold and distort as the sensations contort through her body. I work hard. I feel sweat build on my forehead. She bites on her lips and then on a finger.
"Okay?" I ask, voice strained with the effort of holding still.
"More than okay. Don't you dare stop."
I withdraw almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a rhythm that has her moaning with each movement. Her legs tighten around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper and harder.
"You feel so good," I groan, burying my face in her neck. "So perfect. So tight. I've wanted this for so long, Elise."
Her response is incoherent. I shift slightly, change the angle of my thrusts again, and her whole body jolts.
"There, Elias. That's it ..."
She's magnificent, head thrown back, eyes half-closed, lipstick smeared across her cheek. I can't look away, mesmerized by every reaction, every sound she makes.
"I love you." The words are ripped from somewhere deep inside me. "I love you, Elise."