Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
“Stephan!” Bronwyn screamed as her hips bucked up and her thighs attempted to close and force me away. No way in fuck was that happening. Her taste was bursting on my tongue, and my hunger was raw and intense, my pelvis grinding into the mattress to keep some control.
“Mine,” I grunted as I placed my forearms on her thighs to keep them open and spread her folds with my thumbs. She was swollen, pink and wet, glistening with nectar. I lapped at her arousal, drinking from her like a man getting his first taste of food after years of starvation.
Bronwyn’s hands delved into my hair, and she pushed and pulled, both trying to move me closer and shove me away. “It’s too much! Yes! Don’t stop! Stephan!”
I doubled my efforts and quickly sent her soaring on a fierce orgasm that ripped an ear-splitting scream from her lips.
Her pussy was gushing, and while I wanted to lick up every drop, I knew the slickness would help with the pain of breaching her virginity. My cock was leaking steadily, painfully hard, and pulsing with every beat of my heart. If I didn’t get inside her, I was going to lose my fucking mind.
I scrambled off the bed and hastily removed the rest of my clothes. My big, thick cock stood and bobbed against my stomach. Bronwyn’s gaze dropped to it, and her eyes went wide and as round as saucers. “I don’t think you’re going to fit,” she murmured in a trembling voice.
“Your pussy was made to take me, angel,” I said in a low, seductive tone as I climbed back onto the bed. “Do you trust me?” It was asking a lot, considering we’d only just met, so it filled me with joy and satisfaction when she nodded without hesitation. “Thank you.” I rested over her, keeping some of my weight on my elbows so I wouldn’t crush her. With unrestrained passion, I kissed her, and she returned it with equal fervor.
“I need you so fucking much,” I rasped. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she agreed in a whisper that I felt in my soul.
My cock was nestled in the apex of her thighs, and I rocked against her, readying her for my invasion. When she was again writhing with need, I lined up my shaft with her slick channel and began to work the tip inside. “Oh, fuck!” I hissed. “You’re so damn tight.”
On the outskirts of my sanity, I barely registered the ringing of a bell, but I ignored it, losing myself in the snug heat enclosed around the tip of my dick.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Bronwyn froze, and I cursed a blue streak as I recognized the sound of someone knocking on my door and incessantly ringing the doorbell.
I dropped my chin to my chest as I opened my mind, then sighed when I knew I couldn’t ignore the visitors. My brothers were at the door, and they were worried because I hadn’t shown up at the party and had closed my mind to them. But it was my parents who had me easing out of my consort’s pussy and staring at the shiny tip of my cock with longing.
“I’m sorry, angel,” I groaned as I rested my forehead in the valley between her breasts. “It’s my family. If it were just my meddling brothers, I would ignore them. But my parents are with them.”
With another long, irritated sigh, I moved off Bronwyn to stand beside the bed and held out my hand to her. “Let’s get you something to wear, angel.”
My mate popped up in bed and stared at me like I’d sprouted another head. “What?!” she shrieked. “I can’t meet your parents!”
I chuckled and shook my head, reaching for her and grabbing her just before she made it off the other side of the mattress. I dragged her over to me and set her on her feet, wrapping her in my arms. “Of course, you can, angel. They’ll be ecstatic to meet you.”
“No way!” she hissed, her head swinging wildly from side to side. “I can’t meet my—my—um—whatever’s parents smelling like sex and wearing your clothes!”
5
Bronwyn
My head was spinning from everything that had happened over the past hour or so, but I was certain about one thing—there was absolutely no way I could meet Stephan’s parents looking like this. Twisting around in his embrace to search the room for someplace to hide while he could get rid of them, I realized French doors led out to a balcony. “Aha! I have the perfect solution.”
“You better not be thinking what I suspect,” he grumbled as he pressed a finger under my chin to turn my head back in his direction.
I widened my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to look as innocent as possible. “If you’re expecting me to suggest that I go sit out on your balcony while you have a nice little visit with your family, then you’d be right.”