Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
“Are you trying to tell me you’re a virgin?”
“No, I’m not a virgin.”
“So, what you’re saying is that the guys you have been with before were too much of fucking assholes to give you a proper orgasm?” he asked.
She pressed her lips together and then nodded. “Yes.”
“Fuck me,” he said, and then he claimed her lips.
It explained everything, and now he was pissed off. Willow had been with assholes, but now he was going to show her what it was like to be with a real man.
****
The last thing Willow wanted was to talk about her previous sexual experience. What was the point? She had known it wasn’t great. The sex had been more of a mechanical thing, where she had fallen into the stalemate trap.
There had also been a little alcohol involved as well, which had helped to further relationships, unnecessarily. The breakups had come easily. She hadn’t mourned the two guys because she had no feelings for them.
Pulling out of her thoughts of the past, and how fucked up she had gotten her life, she instead focused on Rebel.
This was not a fuck-up.
This was what she wanted, even though it was a little terrifying because she didn’t know what the hell she was doing.
She only had on a pair of panties, while Rebel was still fully dressed. He stopped touching her pussy, but then he grabbed her panties, and rather than help her out of them, he tore them off her body.
“Hey, that was a matching set!” She had a few loves in this world. One of them was cooking, the other was buying sexy, matching lingerie. She had been a sucker for it ever since she was young and bought her own lingerie for the first time.
“You shouldn’t be wearing underwear,” Rebel said. His hands cupped her tits. “None of these should be confined.”
He let go of her tits after giving each nipple a kiss, and then his hands went to her hips. She didn’t get a chance to ask him what he was doing as he lifted her and placed her on the edge of the pool table.
Rebel looked at her, moved her a little further, and placed her feet right on the edge.
“Keep your feet there.”
She did as he asked, but then he grabbed her ass and pulled her a little closer. Willow didn’t think she would be able to handle the pose, but it was quite comfortable, and then Rebel ran his fingers over her pussy.
After only just orgasming, her body was so sensitive. She didn’t think she was going to be able to handle any more touch, but he spread the lips of her sex open.
“You have such a pretty cunt,” he said.
Willow had no idea what to say to that compliment, but she didn’t get a chance to respond, because in the next second Rebel surprised her as he began to lick and suck at her clit. No one had ever licked her pussy before.
At first, she jerked up, but then Rebel pressed a hand to her stomach. It was a firm hand, but not painful. He pressed her back down on the pool table, and his tongue stroked across her oversensitive clit.
He moved down to circle her pussy and then back up again. Rebel kept repeating this action, taking his time, and she was able to get used to the feel of him touching her, which was crazy.
The pleasure was intense. She didn’t think she would ever recover from it, but his tongue was a dream. Better than a dream. She had thought his fingers were amazing, but none of them compared to the pleasure of his mouth—especially his tongue as it danced across her clit, circling. When he used his teeth, she couldn’t help but tense up.
Rebel created just a little pain, but it was on the same path of pleasure. She couldn’t stand it.
Willow felt her orgasm start to build, and she didn’t know if anything was wrong with her, because she was so close to her second release. Were women supposed to take their time? Weren’t they supposed to make men work for it? Or was Rebel so talented, he knew what parts of her body to touch to heighten her need for him?
“Please!”
That one word spilled from her lips, and then she screamed. “Rebel!”
He had made that promise to her that she’d be screaming his name, and he was right. What he was doing to her body was insane.
She didn’t want it to stop, but she also wasn’t sure if she could handle it. He was setting her body on fire, filling her with need, and then sending her over the edge into oblivion. It was such a beautiful dance. Her second orgasm was even better than the first.
Rebel pressed a kiss to her clit and then he pulled away, but he was far from done with her. He grabbed her hips, pulling her toward the edge of the pool table, but this time he spun her so she was bent over. Willow couldn’t do anything but comply.