Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
“What are you doing?” she asked, her nerves palpable.
“You’re going to trust me because I’m going to make you feel so damn good.” Staring up at her pussy, he saw she had a fine dusting of pubic hair. When they got back to the clubhouse, he was going to have her completely bare when he did this next.
He opened the lips of her sex and saw how wet she was but it wasn’t enough, not for what he wanted. Taking her clit into his mouth, he sucked on it and her surprised scream was sweet music. She would need to get used to this. No man had ever been inside her and he had no problem licking and sucking her pussy. He intended to spend a great deal of time between her thighs, and not just to fill her up with his cum.
He flicked his tongue across the swollen nub, circling it before sucking it back into his mouth. Glancing up her body, he saw her eyes closed. Her hands clenched near her thighs.
“Look at me, Beth,” he said.
She opened those pretty eyes and he smiled at her.
“You’re going to watch me do this to you, and you’re going to enjoy it.”
“What if I don’t?” she asked.
He used his teeth to create just enough pain to make her gasp but only to drive the need for release even higher. “Does that feel like you won’t enjoy it?”
“Please,” she said.
“I like to hear you beg.”
Gripping the curves of her ass, he ravished her pussy, licking, biting, and just relishing the taste of being the first man between her thighs. He wouldn’t penetrate her yet. When he took her precious cherry, he wanted to do it with his dick, to feel her split open and take him. He also wanted the evidence of her virgin state to bleed onto his sheets so he’d know, not that it would mean anything if she didn’t bleed.
He didn’t know what the fuck was happening to him. This drive had never consumed him with other women. He’d never cared about their pleasure, only his own.
“Please,” she said, begging him.
Forge knew he’d never get tired of hearing her.
He focused all his attention on her clit, sensing her body’s change, the drive toward orgasm, and he didn’t stop, letting her follow the peak, sliding over the crest until she fell over and screamed for more.
Seeing her come was one of the best sights in the world, and he wanted to do it again, but he wasn’t going to do it around the back of the diner. He had some tact. He pulled her jeans back on and eased them up her thighs, putting the button back through the loop before cupping her face.
She shook a little and he smiled down at her. “Are you okay?”
“I’ve never experienced anything like that,” she said.
“You’ve just had your first orgasm.”
“I have?” She licked her lips, looking left and right. “Can we do it again?”
He laughed, kissing her hard.
The taste of her was still on his lips but he didn’t care. Deepening the kiss, he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Beth wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
“From now on,” he said, not pulling away from her. “Whenever you need release, you come to me.”
“I know.”
“No matter when you want it, or where, I’ll be there for you.”
“What about when you want it?”
He smiled. “Don’t you worry, I’m going to be keeping you busy. You won’t have to worry about any other women at the club.”
“I wasn’t thinking about the women at the club. I don’t want to share you either.”
He’d never done what a woman wanted of him. Never even considered what they wanted for him because his sole focus had been himself. When it came to Beth, he was already changing for her.
No man or rival club could ever find out how he felt. They’d see it as a weakness and take her from him. He’d never let it happen. He would protect her.
“You’ll have every single part of me.” It was the first and only time he’d ever make a declaration to a woman.
Chapter Four
She hadn’t said no.
Beth allowed Forge to have his way with her. Shouldn’t she have fought back? Had a backbone? Shouldn’t she have been disgusted he’d taken her innocence against a brick wall?
All she could think about was the skill of his tongue.
He’d brought her to the moon and back with ease, and her focus was getting in his bed for more wicked pleasure. The way he smelled, the sound of his voice, and firmness of his muscles—everything was an aphrodisiac. Yes, she’d been sold to Forge, and she should be horrified about everything that just happened. He was just as bad as her father in the grand scheme of things. But a huge part of her wanted to belong to the MC prez. She was already addicted to the way he spoke, the compliments, the devotion.