Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18302 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 92(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
I was ready for him.
“Charlotte,” he groaned, grabbing even more of my hair and pulling my head back so my throat was arched. For a moment, all he did was stare down at my face, this look of hardened lust on his face. And then Mateo lowered his mouth and started kissing and sucking at my throat, running his tongue up the length of my neck, and then stopped at the pulse point right below my ear.
I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open as pleasure coursed through me.
He was breathing heavily like he’d just run a marathon. The stiff length of his erection dug against my belly as he thrust against me over and over again.
He was so big, so hard for me. I was a virgin, but I knew what I wanted, and that was for Mateo to take me any way he saw fit.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
He didn’t make me wait as he started kissing me again, grinding his massive erection against me, dry humping me and driving me to the point I could have come from this alone.
“All I want is you.” He had his hands cupping my face, tilting my head to the side and stroking my lips with his tongue. “I want to kiss you until my lips are numb and all I taste is you, Charlotte.” This growl of need left him, and he pulled back to stare down at me for a few seconds, almost like he was struggling with himself about what he should do, if he should stop this before it even got started.
“We deserve this,” I whispered.
My nipples were hard, my panties soaked. I was too worked up to even try to act like I wouldn’t be pushed over the edge if he ran his thumb along my bottom lip.
“Take what you want, baby.”
God, am I really doing this? Yes… yes, I am.
I let go of the countertop and flattened my hands on his chest, smoothed them down his lightly sweat-dampened skin, and stopped at the button and fly of his jeans. I had no clue what the hell I was doing, was so inexperienced it was laughable, but I knew I couldn’t stop this even if I tried.
My hands started to shake at the thought of what I was about to do. Mateo said nothing, didn’t move, just let me take control.
“Mateo.” I breathed out his name, feeling my hands tremble even harder now. “I have no clue what I’m doing,” I said honestly. I saw his nostrils flare and this possessive, dangerous look cover his face.
“A virgin,” he said, sounding like he spoke to himself. “I knew you’d be untouched, pure just for me.” He inhaled deeply and let out a low growl. “I could say that once we started this there would be no going back, but there was no going back from the moment I saw you last night. I knew at that very second you’d only be mine.” He took a step back, and I suddenly felt bereft. “No, I won’t take you in the kitchen like an animal. For your first time, I’ll be fucking civilized.” He slowly smirked, but it didn’t look happy; more like he anticipated what would happen next. “For your first time, you’ll be on my bed, surrounded by my scent, my things.” He didn’t say anything after that, didn’t need more. It was like he waited for me to take control and tell him what would happen next.
“Take me to your room,” I said and licked my lips, knowing what I was doing was so unlike me, was fast and insane. But I also knew it was exactly what I should be doing.
He took a slow step toward me, and everything in me tightened, heightened. And before I knew what was happening, Mateo lifted me off the ground and tossed me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing at all. He carried me like that to his bedroom, and as ridiculous as this would look to an outsider, I couldn’t help but feel myself become even more wet because of it.
He was a caveman. Barbaric. He took what he wanted when he wanted it.
And I was what he desired.
Once in the room, he set me on the ground, but all I wanted was to be pressed to Mateo once more, to feel how hard and firm he was against my softness, my curves.
“Take it off for me. All of it.”
I didn’t even think about saying no, about not doing what he said. I lifted my hand to the jacket, unzipped it, and took it off before tossing it aside. Then I gripped the edge of my shirt, about to pull it up and off, when the deep sound that came from his throat stopped me.
“Slow. Take the fucking clothes off… slowly.” As I stared into his eyes, I could see this shift take him over, this veil covering the civility he had. It was like an animal was let free inside him, one he’d kept on a leash until now.