Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“There’s not a bad bone in your body.”
She smiled. “Then don’t try and be like my parents, telling me what you think I want or need.” She put down the carton of food she was holding and moved to straddle his lap. Her hands were shaking a little bit. She’d never been this forward with anyone in her life. No heavy petting, no kissing, nothing. Staring into Dwayne’s eyes, she felt … empowered. His hands went to her ass, and just from that touch alone, she felt on fire.
Today she had graduated, and everything felt different to her.
Nothing that she could make sense of.
She’d jumped through everyone else’s hurdles, and now all that was left was her and Dwayne, sitting in his apartment, with her straddling his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his erection pressing against her core, and she bit her lip to try to contain the moan.
“Let it out, Charity. Whenever you’re with me, I want to hear you scream, to yell, to give me everything that you’ve got.”
She moaned.
It was hard, guttural, but she didn’t care.
Dwayne squeezed her ass just a little tighter, and she closed her eyes, basking in his touch. His hands moved, stroking over her, pulling her against him, gripping her tightly, teasing and playing at the same time.
“Kiss me, Charity.”
She cupped his face and slammed her lips down on his. One of his hands gripped the back of her head, holding her in place, and she was addicted. Grasping his shoulders, she didn’t want to let go, not once.
His hands went from her ass and her head, to all over, touching, stroking, and she couldn’t handle it anymore. She needed him naked. Tugging his shirt off, she found him in a white vest and frowned. When she tried to remove that, he grabbed her hands, and suddenly she was on her back. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she held her wrists tightly, pulling them up above her head. She couldn’t move, not that she wanted to, far from it.
“How about I show you some attention?”
With both of her hands banded together in the grip of one of his, she stared up into his eyes, seeing the deadly intent there. She licked her lips. He pulled her shirt off, and it felt good to no longer be trapped beneath the fabric. Now, all that kept her covered was her jeans and a lacy bra.
“I like this. It’s pretty, but it doesn’t cover up those pretty pink nipples.” His finger traced across one of the hard buds. “Look at that, beautiful. You want me, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Is your pussy wet for me?”
She loved his dirty talk, and she nodded.
“Good, because that’s how I want you, Charity. You want me to be the first guy to fuck you, I will. I’ll show you things some men in the world couldn’t even begin to do.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“First, make you come, screaming my name. Keep your hands above your head.”
She shouldn’t follow his orders, but they were too tempting, too hot, too sexy, not to. With her hands above her head, she watched him, moaning and gasping as he began to kiss down her neck, sucking at her pulse before moving down. The bra had a catch in the front, and once he flicked it, her body seemed to have a mind of its own. All she wanted was to feel his touch, beg for him.
His lips covered one nipple, while at the same time he worked the button of her jeans and began to pull them down. His nails dug into her flesh, shocking her by the dual feel as he completely consumed her.
She helped him to kick off her jeans, all the time keeping her hands above her head. Charity liked his control, relished it, was desperate for it, and as he spread her legs wide, pulling away from her nipple to stare down at her body, she didn’t care. She didn’t care that she had cellulite on her legs, or her stomach rolled up, showing off her extra pounds. This was her, and from the look in his eye, he wanted her just as much as she did him.
He pressed his palm between her thighs, and she cried out.
“Do you know how fucking beautiful it is to know that no other man has ever touched you here? That you’ve not had another dick inside you? I shouldn’t care. Before you, I wasn’t a monk. I took what I wanted and women were willing to give me everything, but now, now I fucking need you.”
“Has there been anyone else?”
“No.”
“Have you been tempted?”
“No. It’s like you’ve put a fucking curse on my dick, and now I can’t stand the thought of being with anyone else.” He tugged the material from her pussy, and his finger touched her slit.