Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“Take it off,” his deep voice commanded.
I blinked, looking up at him.
“Your clothes. All of ’em.”
Okay. This was what I had wanted. When he had been kissing me, I had wanted it. Why was I nervous now? He had seen me naked already. I watched as his hands went to his jeans, and he began unbuttoning them. He was getting naked.
“If you don’t fucking strip, I’m going to tear your clothes from your body, Trinity.”
That was hot. I needed to focus. He was huge, and I was a virgin. Did I tell him? Would he stop if I did? I didn’t want him to stop. I might die if he stopped.
I pulled my shirt up and over my head, then dropped it to the floor. His hungry gaze was on my chest. Reaching around to the back, I unsnapped my bra, then let it slide down my arms. My nipples were instantly hard under his intense gaze. I had never felt sexier in my life. I had rarely felt sexy, but in this moment, with Huck’s complete attention on me, I was beautiful. I unbuttoned my shorts, then pushed them down before stepping out of them. A low growl came from his chest, and I shivered.
He shoved his jeans down, and there was no underwear beneath them. The thick, long erection was even bigger than I’d imagined. A silver glint caught my eyes, and I sucked in a breath.
“What …” I started to ask, but the words fell away.
There was a bar—a curved bar—in the head of his … oh-my-God.
“Panties off,” he said as he took a step toward me.
I was trembling, unable to look away from the piercing I had been unaware a man could have, as I slid my panties down, then kicked them away.
“It’s pierced,” I whispered.
His hand wrapped around the hard length, and he began to stroke it. I watched him as I began to pant. That was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Get on the bed.” His voice sounded hoarse.
I glanced up at him, and his eyes were on my breasts. To think I had once hated my chest size. The way Huck was looking at me now, I decided they might be my most favorite body part. I backed up until my butt hit the bed, then lifted myself up and sat on it, scooting back as he advanced on me.
“Open your legs.”
When I did, Huck stopped stroking himself. I should tell him now that this was my first time and his size might not fit inside me. But he grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders as his hands slid under my bottom. When his tongue slid between my folds, my hips bucked as a strangled cry tore from my chest. His hands squeezed my ass, and he pressed his face in closer, making a growling sound.
This was even better than I remembered. Maybe it was the position. Lying back and seeing his head buried between my thighs only added to the sensation of his tongue licking me as if he couldn’t get enough. I was moaning, pleading, riding his mouth, and no longer caring what came next.
He looked up at me and took one of his hands from my bottom to run a finger from my clit to my entrance before slipping it inside of me.
“AH!” I grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath me.
“This pussy is tight, Trinity,” he murmured, then placed a kiss inside my thigh. “Real fucking tight, baby.”
If he stopped, I was going to fall apart. I didn’t say anything. Maybe he wouldn’t notice. Unless, of course, he didn’t fit. He’d notice that.
“My dick is big,” he told me as he continued to kiss and lick my clit while fucking me with his middle finger.
Was he telling me it wasn’t going to fit? I would cry.
“You want to tell me something?” he asked, shoving his finger deep inside me.
He could tell. Was that possible? Was his finger long enough for that?
I moved against his hand, desperate. Not wanting him to stop.
“Trinity?”
“Is it not going to fit?” I asked him.
He chuckled and kept his eyes on me as he ran his tongue where his finger had been. “Oh, it’ll fit. But that’s not my question.”
He sat up on his knees, letting my legs fall back to the bed. The statues of Greek gods did not hold a candle to the image in front of me. Solid muscle, tanned, decorated in art, and that silver bar taunting me on the head of his penis.
“Bend your knees up and open wider for me,” he told me as he watched.
I swallowed hard, then did as I had been instructed.
He came over me then, holding himself up. His hands on either side of my head. I stared up into his eyes and shivered. He wanted this too. I was a virgin, but I saw the lust in his gaze. The throb between my legs grew stronger.