Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 155(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
He pumps his thick girth. “I don’t…this isn’t something I’ve done before.”
“You’re a virgin?” I ask, the idea making me happy. I wouldn’t care if he wasn’t a virgin like me. But the thought that we’re getting to share this experience together for the first time makes it extra special in my eyes.
“Yeah,” he grunts out the word. “But that means, I’m not…uh, prepared. I don’t have condoms or…”
“I’m on the pill. I’ve been on it since I was a teenager to regulate my periods,” I explain, liking the idea of taking him bare. There’ll be nothing between us, only his body deep inside of mine.
He’s panting now, a glassy look in his eyes. He speaks like it’s taking all of his effort to concentrate on this conversation and not his aching cock. “I’ll go slow. If it’s too much, tell me. Fuck, I’ll find a way to stop.”
I’ve never been more turned on. This is man doesn’t just arouse me. He makes me feel special and cared for. From the moment I arrived, he’s looked after me. He hasn’t stopped, and I don’t think he ever will.
Whiskey rolls over me. Instead of immediately pushing into me, he grinds our bodies together. His cock nudges at my swollen folds while he kisses my neck. He sucks and nibbles until more moisture is dripping from me and I’m pleading with him to push inside of me.
He lines up our bodies and shoves his broad head inside. The stretch burns at first but slowly eases.
When he reaches for my clit, he circles it gently with his thumb. He’s saying things to me. But I’m not sure what he’s saying because I’m already lost in a haze of pleasure having been primed from the previous orgasms.
The glassy look in his eyes tells me that he’s as far gone as I am.
When he pushes through my virgin barrier, there’s a moment of pain. He instantly stills himself and presses little kisses to my forehead. He’s murmuring something again, calling me his good girl. He’s reassuring me that it will feel good in a minute, that he’ll always be the man to satisfy me and take care of my urges.
When the pain recedes, I open my eyes and let out a breath, sinking into the moment with him.
He’s been holding himself so still. There’s sweat on his forehead making his hair stick to his face. When I give him a nod, his control snaps. He pulls all the way out only to thrust quickly inside again.
He feels so good. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy, complete, and safe because I’m right here with him.
“Come one more time,” he murmurs softly when I clench around him. The orgasm barrels down on me, and I rake my nails along his back. It makes him move faster, makes every thrust deeper.
I come in a blinding rush of white-hot light, a flame consuming my body. As I float back down, I feel his release start too. His come is shooting deep into my body. It’s then I realize Whiskey is the man I want to be my forever.
Chapter 11
Sophie
“You sound happy. Are you going to tell me what that’s about?” Mom prompts on the phone.
It’s the same question she’s been asking me every morning for two weeks. Ever since I slept with Whiskey. She can hear it in my voice, but each time, I dismiss it as the fresh mountain air. Except this time, I tell her the truth, “I met someone.”
“Is he good to you?”
I can’t help the smile on my face as I crack the eggs for breakfast. “He’s the sweetest.”
She chuckles. “Do I get to meet him?”
“It’s still new,” I say softly.
There’s a rustling sound then my mom sighs. “I have to go. We’re filming the rain scenes today, but I’ll be there next weekend for your 5K race.”
I know my mom is incredibly busy. Since the show exploded in popularity, everyone wants a piece of her. There are episodes to film, TV and magazine interviews, brand partnerships for the show, and dozens of other things that she manages effortlessly.
Yet she always finds time to be there for me. It was that way even when I was a kid. She used to tell me that being a mom was her most important job, and she wouldn’t trade it for the world. One day, I hope I’m lucky enough to tell that to my kids. Maybe kids that happen to look exactly like Whiskey.
I tell her I love her and end the phone call, humming underneath my breath. The eggs are almost ready when strong arms slide around my middle. I lean back against Whiskey’s bare chest. I love the way he smells of sleep and early morning lust.
“How’s my girl today?” He murmurs, pressing soft kisses to my neck.