Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48017 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 240(@200wpm)___ 192(@250wpm)___ 160(@300wpm)
I’m sorry.
The two words I don’t think I’ve ever said more than twice in my whole life.
But with Ashlee, it’s different.
I don’t want to hurt her, I want to pleasure her. To be with her. To show her how great we can be together.
I kiss her until I feel her relax, hearing her mew a little and then I settle back, resting on my ankles and keeping her at eye level.
“That wasn’t fair.” She sniffs with emotion but it makes me smile. A smile we both end up sharing despite her wanting to stay mad at me.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” I tell her.
“I’m not kidding either,” I add. “I want to hear you say it. Say you’re mine and that you’re my horny little virgin. Say it,” I demand again, making her blush bright red, but after a moment’s thought, she grins to herself.
As if the idea is suddenly more appealing.
“I am,” she whispers, her voice getting louder with each word. “I’m your horny little virgin, Brandon and I do want you to fuck me… Just.”
Just not right now.
I get it. I really do, and I want to tell her I understand, but at the same time, I need her to know just how bad I want her, how much I need all of her.
“I don’t just wanna hear you say it, Ashlee,” I reason to her. “I want you to mean it. Want you to feel the same way I do…”
“I do,” she squeaks, gripping me hard, her eyes full of so much that I know she’s trying to say but just can’t find the words.
There’s a silence between us for a moment, the storm outside sounding like it’s blowing itself out.
A sudden chill in the air makes her shiver, and I move closer to her, holding her and covering her still naked chest with mine.
“I should really get dressed,” she whispers, a matter of fact.
I make a sound of agreement but I don’t really mean it.
I want her naked all night and all day tomorrow, with nothing between us but a bedsheet.
But seeing her shift from confessing her virginity to shivering from the cold in someone else’s torn wedding dress reminds me that she has work to do.
More work now that I’ve gone and torn another hole in the damned thing.
It also reminds me that being her first time, it should be special.
It will be special.
A hell of a lot more meaningful than a rushed fuck in a changing cubicle in a bridal store.
There’s plenty of time for that sort of thing later, but if it’s going to be her first time, my queen is going to need the royal treatment.
“You’re gonna go now, I suppose?” she sighs, creasing the corners of her mouth, looking dejected and making me frown as I shake my head.
“I’m not going anywhere, and will you stop being so down on yourself?” I add smiling for her benefit.
“You’re the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. Talented, beautiful, and smart. Don’t think I’m just gonna have my way and then leave you, Ashlee. I meant what I said,” I remind her sternly.
“You. Are. Mine now.”
She looks tenderly at me and strokes the side of my face. I feel her soft skin scratched by my stubble and wonder if I should shave more often now, but she knows what I’m thinking and shakes her head with a grin.
“Leave it rough. I like it. It tickles.” She laughs, and hooking her arms around my neck I can’t help but kiss her all over again.
So much for me not being the kissing kind.
“Just be patient with me,” she finally says, moving to stand up but I beat her to it.
My harder arousal is almost in her face, making her groan as she reaches for me, stroking my manhood through my pants.
Both of us know it won’t be long for either of us to wait.
Her need for me is just as strong as my desire to give to her everything I’ve got.
Chapter Eleven
Ashlee
What I thought would be a deal breaker for Brandon is actually something that makes him swell with happiness.
Literally.
As much as I want to fish his length out of his pants and explore every inch of it, it’s not so simple.
There’s another part of me that’s still so nervous about it all and only because I’ve never done anything like this before.
Not with anyone.
Being a virgin isn’t something I’ve walked around with written on my forehead, and yet it’s reared its ugly head since design school, where people began teasing me about it.
A lot.
On top of everything else, I was teased about since grade school, like my height. My weight. I used to stammer a lot too out of sheer nervousness.
But in design school, I was just the thick, curvy girl with no boyfriend. The cruelest, most narrow minded people could only come to one conclusion and I hated to admit it then as much as I do now, but they were right.