Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
“I can feel how ready you are,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “You belong to me, Daniella. I know you want to wait, but I don’t think I can. Fuck, I know what I said… and if you tell me you’re not ready, I’ll try my hardest to take my hands off your hot fertile young body. But it’ll be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
I stare into his face, hazy in the semidarkness, his eyes gleaming as though they’ve consumed the moonlight and are aiming it back at me.
“I just don’t want you to think I’m something I’m not,” I whimper. “What if I don’t live up to your expectations?”
He laughs gruffly, sliding his hand from my panties, gripping my hips hard, and yanking me even closer to him. It’s like he can’t stand the idea of there being any space between us at all.
“You already are,” he snarls. “The second I saw you, you smashed every expectation I ever had of what I could feel for a woman. Don’t overthink this, even if that’s your specialty… my perfect Dreamer. Feel how badly our bodies need each other.”
“It’s hard not to feel that.” I giggle, shifting from side to side so his manhood rubs against me, rock hard and impossible to ignore. “You feel huge.”
“Take it, Daniella,” he growls. “I can feel how badly you want to. Fucking grab my rock hard dick. Now.”
Before I have a chance to question it, my hand is moving down toward his groin, gripping the solid length.
I’m shocked at myself for being so forward, but with the tremors of the orgasm still boiling through me, it’s like I’ve lost control of myself like I can’t decide whether I’m going to be the shy girl I’ve always been or the desire-filled sexual partner I want to be.
I grip onto him through his pants, a flurry of confidence whelming inside of me when he makes a deep groaning sound. I almost stop and break it off with a laugh, because surely he can’t be moaning with such husky need over me.
But he is, his breath coming hot and quick as I stroke him up and down.
He feels massive through the fabric of his pants, pushing against his boxer shorts, a huge length throbbing against his zipper that feels like he could erupt any second. I squeeze onto him, feeling how hard he is, his cock as solid as his muscles.
“You’re so hard,” I whisper.
I feel his smirk against my mouth where our faces are pressed close together.
“What do you expect, my perfect virgin? You’re so fucking sexy. Get my cock out. Show me how badly you want it.”
I gasp as my hands go on autopilot, driven by the deep need that sends a song of shimmering lust through me, as I fiddle with his button and finally pull it loose. I yank his pants down, his boxers getting tangled up in the movement, pulling them down so they are jams under his balls.
His cock springs free, even bigger than he felt through his pants, an impossibly long and thick length.
“You’re not going to…”
I bite down on the sentiment when his hands slide up my body, under my shirt, palming my bare breasts and tweaking my nipples lightly, teasingly.
“Not going to what?” he snarls.
“Fit,” I gasp, as he lightly brushes my nipples, making them tingle and sensation sizzle across my breasts. “You’re so freaking big.”
“Your body wants it,” he snaps. “Your body fucking needs it. It’s time I showed you.”
Suddenly his hands are at my hips, grabbing my pants and my panties in big bunches. I gasp at the possessive roughness of him, as he yanks down my pants, pulling and pulling until they’re around my ankles.
I kick them off, feeling the wetness smearing my thighs, rubbing slickly against my skin, afraid I’m going to gross him out.
But he groans as he presses his hand against my sex, a growl brimming with animal possession.
“Your horny fucking thing,” he says. “Open those thick juicy legs. Your hole needs this. I can feel how badly your body needs this. Tell me, you horny virgin. Tell me. Now.”
“I need it,” I gasp, as he rolls on top of me, propping himself up with his muscled arms, his solid chest resting against my breasts. “So bad.”
Even as nerves try to writhe through me, threatening to ruin the moment, I reach up and slide my hands up his back and through his hair. I find his lips, kissing him passionately as he reaches down and guides his engorged helm to my tense hole.
He strokes up and down my entrance, growling through the kiss.
I gasp and I can’t return the pressure of his lips anymore, as his cock pushes against my hole, widening it for a moment and giving me a preview of how truly massive he is.