Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67080 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
The empty glass has barely touched the side table when he grabs my wrist and starts pulling me through the house and into his bedroom.
“Take your clothes off,” he tells me as he starts taking his own off. His shirt comes off first, and for a second, I just stand there admiring his chest and abs. This only makes me realize that even though he’s seen me naked, I haven’t even seen him without a shirt.
“Strip,” he says more urgent this time. I spring into action, peeling my clothes off, I pile them on the floor next to me.
When he pulls his jeans and boxers down his muscular legs, his already hard as steel cock springs free, and I can’t help but gulp. I remember how he felt inside my mouth, how big he is, and I don’t know how the hell he is going to fit inside of me. I guess I’m about to find out.
“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”
I do as he says, getting on the bed, propped up on my hands and knees. He comes beside me but not getting on the bed with me. I feel exposed and humiliated like a thing he is inspecting.
He lays his hand on my lower back, pushing down slightly, so my back is arched, giving him a better view of my pussy. That same hand runs down over my ass and between my legs, where he finds my already wet folds.
“I knew you were going to be wet. You enjoy this too much. You like being my sex toy, don’t you?” Using one finger, he probs at my entrance. “I’m going to fuck you here today.” Gathering my juices, he slides his finger up to my other hole. “And here, tomorrow.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t, but you probably will by the time I’m done with you.” A shiver runs down my spine, and I’m tempted to beg him to let me turn around. I didn’t want my first time to be like this, even if it is just sex.
His finger goes back to my entrance, and I can feel how wet I am for him, my arousal coating my thighs. Even as afraid as I am, I still want this. I still want him, and that’s not something I can deny, something I can tell myself isn’t true. With tenderness I wasn’t even aware he had, he pumps in and out of me slowly.
My body quivers at the sensations that build in my core and radiate outward. Fisting the tan sheets, I let the pleasure consume me, and mewl when he adds a second finger stretching me slowly. There’s a slight burn and a fullness that follows, but it’s nothing compared to the pleasure that’s already built up.
“I can’t wait to see the way your pussy swallows my cock, each delicious inch sinking deeply inside you.”
I shudder, the pleasure mounting with each deep thrust. “P-Parker…” I call out his name, my insides twisting painfully as my orgasm takes me by surprise, slamming into me with the force of an asteroid impact. For one single second, the entire world falls away.
For a moment, I forget everything. What we’re doing and how much we hate each other. It doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is the way he makes me feel, the way I know deep down, that I make him feel.
Sagging against the sheets, I bask in the afterglow of my release. My chest heaves, and I’m sure I’ll never catch my breath.
Parker lands a harsh slap to my ass, and I bite back a yelp at the sting that leaves. “Roll over. I want to see how much you hate me as I claim that tight little pussy.”
A nervous knot forms in my throat. This is happening. It’s really happening. I’m giving my virginity to a monster, to a man that I hate, but kind of want, all at the same time.
Rolling over, I find Parker completely naked, his body a magnificent sight. My mouth waters at the sight of his smooth chest, and all the flesh that leads down to his perfectly sculpted ab muscles. Each defined muscle stares back at me, taunting me. I want to reach out and trace his body, paint it like a canvas.
“See something you like?” He gives me a lopsided grin, and for once, there is a softness to his eyes. My lips move all on their own.
“You’re beautiful,” I respond, knowing that’s the last thing he expects to hear. It’s probably my hormone-soaked brain that made me say such a stupid thing.
Crawling onto the bed, he pauses above me, his hulking frame casting a shadow above mine. I grip onto the sheets like they can save me from him. I can’t breathe. I can’t swallow. I’m trapped caught in his heady gaze.