Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Fuck! Why is that hot?
I cried out his name. “Harder,” I pleaded.
He pulled out and flipped me over, then jerked my hips up. “Let me look at this pretty, bruised ass while I shoot my load in you.”
“Oh God,” I moaned into the bed, clutching the sheets tightly in my hands.
He took me so hard that he shook the bed, slamming it into the wall.
“I own this ass!” he roared as his release spilled inside me, taking me with him as I shattered into a million pieces.
After a shower and breakfast, we sat on the sofa for my history lesson in us.
“You sure we have to do this? Can’t I just tell you about all the sex, you sucking my dick, me eating your pussy? Those are the highlights anyway.”
I laughed and shook my head. “We will end up having sex again.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he drawled.
“First time we met,” I asked.
He sighed, leaning back on the sofa. “Pool party at Blaise’s house. You were with the senior quarterback from your high school, who had only been invited because he was … well, last night’s game, the other team’s quarterback?” He paused, and I nodded. “That’s him. You were sixteen. He was eighteen, and although he had women of all ages throwing themselves at him, he wanted you, and I didn’t fucking blame him.”
My jaw dropped. “I dated an NFL quarterback?”
He tensed. “He wasn’t NFL back then. Just headed to play first-string quarterback at an SEC school.”
I pressed my lips to keep from smiling. Apparently, this guy was a sore point for him. “So, you took me from him?”
He shook his head. “You were sixteen. Sexy as fuck and a mouth on you. I had some chick straddling me, and you managed to slash her with words said so damn sweetly that it was impressive. Anyway, you showed up some other places and drove me fucking nuts. I couldn’t seem to go anywhere without seeing you.”
“You said I wasn’t a fatal attraction thing!” I accused, not liking the fact that I had chased him around.
He chuckled. “I don’t think it was on purpose. It was fate taunting me with what I couldn’t have. Anyway, eventually, that ended. Mr. Football went off to college, and you were no longer in my circle of people. Then, some time went by, and you showed up with some douchebag at Huck’s shop to get his motorcycle fixed. You acted like you didn’t know me and were bored. Pissed me the fuck off since you were a year older and fucking better-looking than you had been the last time I saw you. I basically asked you to stay. You did. He left. I kissed you and put myself out of my misery. Then, we ended up in the meeting room inside the shop, and I ate your pussy.”
I put my hand up. “Okay, wait. I hadn’t seen you in a year, and I let you just go down on me?”
He grinned. “Have you looked at this pretty face?”
“Yes, but I would hope I wasn’t that easy.”
He leaned forward and ran a hand up my calf. “You weren’t easy. You just had a crush on me. You knew that it had been ten months and two days since we’d last seen each other. I used that crush to my advantage.”
I shoved his hand off my calf. “No distractions. Keep going. Skip the details on the oral sex this time,” I told him.
He smirked. “After that, I couldn’t get enough of you. I was too damn old for you, and I knew it. So, I managed to convince you to meet me places alone. We’d go to the springs, drive over to the beach, go anywhere to get away. And I got my mouth between your legs every time. You got as addicted to my tongue as I was to your pussy. When I wasn’t licking you like a starved man, we had fun. You made me relax and smile more. Being with you kept back the dark shit in my head. That summer, I started taking you to Blaise’s parties, around my friends. The first one I took you to, another girl offered me a blow job, and you got territorial. Sharp tongue and quick to bite. I fucking loved it when you got jealous. Then, you demanded I take you to a room. I did. You then hit your knees and gave me the best damn blow job I’d ever had. Swallowed like a pro and left me shook.”
I was unable to hold back my smile.
“Why are you smiling?”
I shrugged. “I’m proud of seventeen-year-old me.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Of your oral abilities?”
“Yep.”
This time, he laughed.
“Continue,” I pushed.
“Okay, fine. Then, after that, I took you everywhere I went. The guys got to know you. I took your virginity in the same pool house you had sucked me off the first time. I can give you details, but I’ll need to fuck you. Because it was a lot of buildup, wanting you, and after you recovered from the painful part, we … yeah, I need to hold off unless you’re ready to stop this story and let me between those pretty thighs.”