Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 108049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108049 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 540(@200wpm)___ 432(@250wpm)___ 360(@300wpm)
“Stop.” Taylor pulls her mouth from mine and I freeze. Shit. Was I being too rough? It’s been a while since I screwed around with a virgin.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask immediately.
“No, it feels amazing.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. I just… I think I want to go down on you.”
“You think?” I clamp my teeth down on my lip to stop a laugh. That’s not usually how these conversations start. I mean, honestly, it usually isn’t much of a conversation at all.
She nods, appearing to grow more confident as the idea tumbles around her mind. She licks her lips, and my cock damn near tunnels through my jeans. “Yeah. I want to.”
“You don’t have to, you know.” I lift an eyebrow. “I don’t believe in transactional sex.”
“No, I know.” Taylor smiles at me, and there’s a conspiratorial glint in her eye. A girl about to set out on an adventure. It’s sort of cute, in a weird way. My babe’s first dick.
“All right, then.” I roll over onto my back and fold my arms behind my bed. “Make a man outta me, Taylor Marsh.”
Laughing softly, she crawls down my body and unbuttons my jeans, tugs them down with my boxers. I’ve been hard since she walked into my bedroom an hour ago, and my cock springs up to say hello.
Taylor bites her bottom lip as she takes me in her hand and carefully strokes my shaft. She says something, but I’m not listening because all my concentration is dedicated to not blowing my load. I’ve yanked it to this moment so many times since we met—getting her mouth on my cock, her Caribbean-blue eyes staring up at me while she sucks me off.
“Am I hurting you?” she mimics, giving me another gentle stroke. Teasing me. “Because you look like you’re in pain.”
“I’m in agony,” I mumble. “Don’t think I can survive this.”
“Good. Just don’t come in my hair,” she orders, and my answering laughter dies in my throat when she licks up the length of my dick.
I’m done for when she takes the head fully in between her pouty lips, her tongue working me over. I thread my fingers into her hair, encouraging her to go slower. She complies, the hot suction of her lips swallowing me up one millimeter at a time. By the time I’m buried nearly to the back of her throat, I’m sweating.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I use my free hand to swipe at the beads of sweat dotting my forehead. My breathing becomes labored when Taylor utilizes the same torturous pace to drag her mouth off my cock. Her tongue sweeps over the tip in a slow, seductive swirl, and I almost lose control right then and there.
Why did I think slow would be a better idea? Slow, fast, it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to last either way. I don’t know where she picked this up, but Taylor’s giving me the best head I’ve ever gotten.
“Fuck, babe, I’m close,” I grind through my teeth.
Lips glistening with moisture, Taylor releases me with a wet noise and sits up, still stroking my cock. Groaning, I grab the T-shirt hanging off my headboard and take my dick from her just as my entire body tightens and shudders. I come into the shirt, while Taylor sweetly kisses my chest, my neck, until I strain for her lips. Our tongues meet, and I kiss her hungrily as the aftershocks of release tremble through my body.
“Was that okay?” She breaks the kiss, smiling shyly. How this girl turns on a dime spins my head. From innocent virgin to dick whisperer and back again.
I let out a happy sigh. “Better than okay.” Then it dawns on me. “But I didn’t get you off. I can still—”
“I’m good.” Taylor snuggles up beside me, resting her head on my chest. Her fingers lazily travel across my stomach. “That was fun.”
“I’ll get you twice next time,” I say, and kiss her forehead while I toss the shirt into my hamper across the room.
Hooking up with Taylor has made foreplay fun again. Before this, either a chick was so anxious to get on my dick I’d barely get her name, or I was so amped to get her naked we wouldn’t even kiss. With Taylor, I don’t want to miss anything. I want to learn every inch of her body, give her every experience. I’m her first, and I want to make damn sure I do it right.
My phone vibrates on the nightstand beside Taylor. “Mind grabbing that?” I ask.
She hands it to me. An unknown number lights up onscreen, triggering a frown.
“Yeah?” I answer, continuing to run my hand through the length of Taylor’s hair.
“’Sup, brother.”
Every muscle in my body tenses up. Kai. That motherfucker. “How’d you get this number?” I ask coldly.
Taylor looks up at me with questioning eyes.