Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
He takes my wrists and pins them above my head. My breathing picks up. His possession heightens my arousal, and I tighten my ankles around his waist.
“You been saving yourself for me all these years? Is that why you’re still a virgin?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him. Just because I’ve agreed to be his doesn’t mean I can’t throw a little sass his way. Besides, he loves it. I can’t believe he’s never been with a woman, but a small part inside of me rolls around in it. I’m so selfish when it comes to him, so I love he’s only done this with me.
“Been waiting on you to be legal,” he says, leaning down and biting my nipple.
I cry out in pleasure as the small bite sends tingles all the way to my clit. The heavy vein of his cock rubs along my wet seam, and I moan with desire.
“You’re late,” I pant, trying to catch my breath and get my bearings. My head is all over the place, lost in a fog of passion and lust.
“Guess I need to make up for lost time, then.”
He ends his sentence by thrusting fully into me, and I feel a pinch of pain. But just as soon as it comes, it passes, mostly due to his mouth on my breasts. He’s got them pushed together as he licks both my nipples at once, and it’s so fucking hot I can’t think about the tiny amount of discomfort between my legs.
“Fuck, I can’t hold back,” he says, pulling out and thrusting back in.
It’s rough and sexy, and I can’t move under him. His weight is pinning me down as his hands hold my wrists above my head. This is something I didn’t expect, but the feel of being truly possessed by him is enough to have my desires skyrocketing.
“Daddy, please,” I beg, so close to the edge I can taste it.
His mouth lands on mine in a hard kiss that has him robbing my breath from me. He takes my bottom lip in his mouth and bites down on it a little, and I shiver at the sensation. He’s not being careful with me and treating me like some delicate flower. He’s fucking me like he owns me, and I’m getting off to it.
“More,” I say, and his hands grip tighter as his thrusts start to grow more forceful.
His hot body is rubbing against the sheen of sweat on mine, and he’s slick against me. The sound of our sex is dirty, and I feel like an animal with him. I’ve never been so free in my life, and as my orgasm approaches, tears build in my eyes.
He’s broken through every defense I’ve ever put up, every fake smile I’ve ever worn to hide the hurt of rejection. Brandon has pushed down all my excuses and made this moment so real and powerful that I have no choice but to give over to his body and lay before it what it demands.
My body feels like it breaks in half as I climax. I scream Brandon’s name, and the tears fall as I cum harder and deeper than I ever have in my life. I feel him still above me as warmth floods my womb and he finds his own pleasure inside my body.
Before I realize what’s happening, his lips are on my cheek, kissing away the tears, and he’s giving me soft, soothing words. He’s moved us so that he’s holding me in his arms on his side, and I’m buried in his chest.
“It’s okay, little lamb. I’m right here.” He pets my hair and kisses my forehead as I let out the sobs that are suddenly welling up inside me. “Shhh. I’ve got you.”
I’ve always been the loudest girl in the room, the center of attention, and the one everyone laughs with. I’ve never been the girl guys took seriously. I was always just their friend, even if they secretly wanted more. I never felt like I was truly meant for anyone until Brandon came along. And though he kept me at a distance, I understood why. He wasn’t rejecting me, he was letting me grow and become who I am now. I came across as confident and bold on the outside, but really deep down I have my shy insecurities just like every other girl. Growing up on the heavier side, I hated the way I looked. It felt like cute small girls were always getting the guys. And like Brandon seemed to know, I grew out of that. I learned to embrace my body, and love my curves, but sometimes the chubby girl inside me is still there. I thought the best way to hide my fear was by being over-confident, loud, and always making jokes, and it kind of stuck. All the worrying was in my head though, because in reality, he was falling in love with every bit of me. The good, the bad, and the loud. And isn’t that all any girl wants? To be loved by her man just as fiercely as she loves him.