Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I slather my cock with pH balanced fucking lube because I’m sure there would be a rule about running my lubed slick fingers over her slit. As annoyed as it makes me, I don’t want her to feel violated in any way.
“Jesus,” I mutter, unable to even think shit like that without my cock flexing in my hand.
“Is something wrong.”
So many things, baby.
“No, just… prepping.”
“Are you having a hard time getting… ready? You can watch some dirty videos if you need to.”
Fuck me sideways. How can she possibly think that I’d need something like that? She’s practically naked. When I pull back the covers, she easily spreads her legs so I can settle in between them.
“I’m good,” I assure her. “Do you want to guide me or do you want me to do it?”
“I umm… I think you should do it.”
“Lift this leg,” I tell her, patting the leg to my left since my left hand is the one not covered in lube.
She swallows back a whimper when I brush my fingers over her body, but it’s the way she rolls her head to the side with her eyes squeezed shut that makes me pause. Is she fighting a good feeling or trying to choke down a bad one?
I press forward, moving my hand out of the way as I sink inside of her. I clamp my lips between my teeth to keep from cussing.
“Relax,” I urge when her entire body tenses up.
Pulling back, I don’t waste a second pushing forward again.
“Up,” I say, indicating her other leg. With both legs angled up, calves hot on my sides, it’s utter fucking perfection.
But she still has her eyes closed, still has her face turned so there’s no chance for me to brush my lips against hers. Despite her rules, it feels like that’s what I should be doing. Her hands should be on my back, scratching at my skin instead of fisting the towel under her ass.
Knowing all of this and feeling like there’s something completely off about this entire thing doesn’t matter to my body.
That tingle low in my spine started before I even got inside of her. I’d apologize for being so close to the edge, but I get the feeling it’s exactly what she wants.
Prim-and-proper Adalynn extends to the bedroom, but I don’t know that I have a right to be disappointed in that. This was never supposed to be about pleasure for either of us.
“I’m going to come,” I warn, causing her body to tense even further. It does nothing to stave off my orgasm.
“Okay,” she says.
Chapter 12
Adalynn
This is supposed to be different, better than any other guy I’ve hooked up with. I’ve always pictured Cash as my soulmate. Despite what I said to Madison, I was really expecting sparks to fly. I was expecting him to pull my robe open and throw out every rule I put in place because he just couldn’t resist seeing me naked.
The rules were created because I felt like they needed to be said. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.
I fantasized about his lips all over my body, his tongue swiping at my clit while I writhe on the bed.
What I didn’t expect is him having the biggest penis I’ve ever felt, only for him to shove it in me a couple times before he came. It’s like high school all over again. I know there’s no sense in even trying to reason with it like I did back then.
Is it supposed to be a compliment because yeah, kudos to me, I guess, but having an orgasm myself would be cool too, and that was honestly one of the main reasons I agreed to this in the first place.
I feel the pulse of him inside of me and worry about his level of breathlessness when he pulls back. Honestly, it couldn’t have been much of a workout. We’ve only been here for a few minutes.
Bad at sex.
It’s not something I ever considered for him.
I expected it to be explosive, addictive, something I would crave long after he’s gone.
Right now, at this moment, I just want him out of me.
The regret starts to settle inside of me before he even pulls back.
“Can you hand me a pillow?” I ask, emotion threatening to bubble out.
My eyes are already stinging with tears of disappointment.
It’s not his fault. We never should’ve done this to begin with, and I think a part of me knew it too. I know wanting something to go one way and it actually happening are two very different things, and tonight proves it.
Cash hands me a pillow before climbing off the bed.
I feel like a fool as I shove the thing under my hips. I read online that elevating the hips may help the sperm reach its goal, and I’ll be danged if I ruin a friendship and miss out on the chance of getting pregnant all in one night.