Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17473 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 87(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
I don’t say it out loud, but I’ve never seen anything like what he’s got hanging between his legs. He pulls me to him, his hardness pressing against me. I can feel the wet precum on his tip as it paints my belly. “I would never hurt you,” he tells me before pressing his lips to mine.
The kiss is all consuming, and when we finally pull apart to take a breath, I’m lying on the bed with him settled between my open thighs. I barely catch a breath, and he’s crawling down between my legs, kissing the whole way. With each touch of his lips, my body jerks. He notices it and starts to test the theory. Even though I know it’s coming, my body still reacts to him.
He reaches between my legs and strokes his finger through my slit. He groans, letting his head fall to my hip. “Baby, you’re so wet. I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you.”
I lift up on my elbows to watch him. He kisses and licks me, focusing on my swollen clit. “Lie back,” he tells me.
I do as he says and close my eyes. I try to empty my mind until the only thing I’m thinking about is him and the feelings he’s creating inside me.
When he gets to a certain pattern, flicking his tongue, circling it around my swollen nub, I whimper. He stops for just a second and does the same thing again. I try to hold it in, but I can’t. The moan escapes, and my hips come up, seeking to be closer. He keeps doing it over and over. More pressure, less pressure. Everything he does, he’s listening to my body and doing what I crave. “Yes. Don’t stop.”
His hands grip my thighs, and he pushes his face against my center. I can feel myself start to crest. It’s happening. My body starts to shake, my hips buck, and my toes curl. It’s the most intense feeling I’ve ever felt, and fuck, it’s good.
He doesn’t stop. I ride the orgasm until my body finally starts to relax. Muscles I haven’t used before are taut and hurting, but I don’t care. I’m breathless when he climbs up my body. He reaches for the nightstand and pulls out a condom. I watch as he sheathes himself and then positions himself at my entrance. “I can, you know, give you a turn,” I tell him, gesturing to his hard manhood between us.
He leans over and kisses me. I can taste myself on him, and the kiss intensifies. “I won’t last. I need in you. Can I have you, Gina?”
I nod, and he doesn’t hesitate. He plunges inside me. My whole body contracts at the sensation. He waits, letting my body adjust before he starts to move in and out of me. With every thrust, he brings me higher. There’s a build inside me, as if I’m going to have another orgasm. “No way,” I mumble, holding on to him as he plows in and out of me.
He doesn’t question me; he knows what I’m thinking. “That’s right, baby. I need to come, but I need you to come with me.”
I’m already shaking my head. “I can’t.”
He leans in and kisses me. There’s so much in this kiss, trust, longing, desire, want, need, and more that I don’t even want to begin to think about. “You can, and you will. Come on, Gina baby, make me come. Milk me. I need you bad.”
His movements are reckless and uncontrolled, but he doesn’t stop. When he reaches between us, I flinch as he moves over my clit. One stroke, two strokes and before he even gets to the third, I’m convulsing underneath of him. He groans, I scream, and he pounds into me over and over.
I’m hot and an emotional mess by the end of it.
He falls down on top of me, breathless. He’s kissing my arm, and I resist reaching up and wiping the tears from my eyes. So this is what it’s supposed to be like?
He raises himself off of me, and I sit up, completely naked, and hightail it to the bathroom. I slam the door and lean against it. As soon as I’m alone, the tears start to flow.
Chapter 12
Levi
I can hear her on the other side of the door. She’s crying, and I try to think back to what I could have done wrong. I dispose of the condom and stand outside the bathroom door. “Gina, honey. We need to talk.”
“Can you hand me some clothes?”
She opens the door and holds her hand outside of it.
I grab my T-shirt that I had on and hand it to her. She takes it and shuts the door again. Mere seconds go by, and she’s opening the door, a smile plastered to her face. “Thank you,” she mumbles as she walks past me.