Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Her eyes filled with tears. I think mine may have too. But that didn’t last long because we were too busy kissing. Kissing side by side soon turned to kissing with her long legs wrapped around me as I held her firmly in place. My cock wanted out of my jeans, but I wasn’t going to rush this. I wanted to savor my moment of victory.
Before long, we were rolled over, with me over her, kissing and touching and, dear Lord, dry humping like a pair of teenagers afraid that their mom was about to come in.
But we were alone. And we weren’t teenagers. And she loved me. I knew she did. She had to.
“Tell me.” I nuzzled my face into her neck, kissing her softly as I breathed my question into her perfect little ear.
“I’m yours.”
“Yes, you are. Tell me what else.”
“I’ll move in with you. Tommy too.”
That was good, but not what I was after. Not what I craved. Then she changed everything.
“What else?”
I leaned up to look down at her. I’d never seen anything like it in my life. The trust and innocent lust in her eyes almost undid me.
“I want you to take my virginity.” She blushed a bit and bit her lip, looking away. “Right now.”
Holy hell. I’d expected that might be on the table, but I’d thought I was getting three little words first.
Turned out, those seven little words were just as good.
I squeezed her narrow waist.
“You’re sure? Once I start . . .”
“I’m sure. I want you, Callaway. Please don’t make me wait.”
Well, hell. How could I say no to that? I grinned and kissed her lips hard. Then I travelled down her body, kissing and biting her as I went, soft little nips that made her squeal.
“Callaway!”
“Shh . . .”
My little Princess was going to have to wait for the grand finale. She was a virgin and I had a massive piece of equipment. I had to prepare her first.
And then it would be my turn to feel her wrapped around my cock.
I felt my cock grow even larger at the thought, if that was even possible.
I started slow, licking and tasting her puffy little pussy lips. She gasped and made sexy little whimpers as I went deeper, pushing my tongue inside her. Fuck, she’s tight! I had no clue how I was getting my ten-inch cock into paradise, but I had to try. I used my tongue a bit and then switched to fingers, sliding one in to start.
“Oh, Christ. Sweetheart, you have to try and relax for me.”
“I am relaxed.”
Her breathy voice did sound calm. Shit. If she was so tight I could barely get my finger inside her, we were going to be here a long ass time. I felt my cock leak precum as I ground my teeth.
Better make her come quick. Maybe get another finger in. Make her come and she’ll open up.
I lowered my head again, licking and sucking her clit into my mouth. It wasn’t long before she arched off the bed, shuddering her release. I doubled down, adding another finger. She had opened up, just a bit. I worked her, gently stretching her, my fingers getting all the fun.
My cock is jealous as hell, truth be told.
She came again, and I moaned in helpless pleasure, feeling like I was close to coming with her. It wouldn’t surprise me at this point if my sweet girl made me come without even touching me. But I wanted to wait. I wanted the whole thing.
I slid a third finger inside her and pulled it out again, satisfied that I’d prepared her. I had a chance of getting inside her now. I’d go slow so as not to hurt her.
I wasn’t sure it would work, but it was now or never. I’d been wanting this since the first moment I saw her. This was it.
It’s time to make her mine.
Chapter Nineteen
Molly
I was not nervous. I was ready. Prepared. Eager. Not even a little bit nervous. Not until I saw it.
I was thunderstruck when I saw it.
It was huge. Bigger than huge. It was monstrous.
Callaway has a horse cock.
Seriously, it looked like it belonged on a horse. Or a rhino. Or a freaking dinosaur.
It looks like it belongs in a damn missile silo.
What he had wasn’t normal. It was a third appendage. Big, hard, and somehow impossible to look away from.
Callaway was on his back, kicking his jeans off. He shimmied them down and kicked them off. Then he rolled over and looked at me. He must have caught the fact that I was practically hyperventilating because his face got all worried and he rubbed his hand up and down my arm.
“Hey, baby girl. You sure about this?”
I knew he wanted me to say yes. I wanted to say yes. So I nodded, feeling less sure than I had before. He was huge. I was not. It was going to hurt.