Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
“Rock onto me, angel,” he whispers. He grabs my hipbones and begins to slowly rock me back and forth over his hard erection. My body responds, quivering with pleasure.
Oh God, he feels good.
My hands are in his hair, and we stare at each as a perfect moment of clarity runs between us.
We continue to kiss, my body slowly rocking over his, and without any warning my body begins to shudder. Spencer hisses in approval.
“Let’s go to bed and fuck,” he whispers hoarsely.
I pant, a myriad of emotions running through me. “What?” I whisper as my arousal fog instantly disappears.
“Let’s fuck,” he mumbles against my neck.
“You want to fuck me?” I whisper, shocked at his candour.
“God, yes.” He growls as he kisses me again. “Tell me you want to fuck me, too.” He moans against my breasts.
Suddenly, I have this out of body experience watching him in his aroused state. “Spencer?” I say.
“Spence,” he corrects me, and his teeth bite my nipple through my blouse.
“I’ve never…”
His kiss turns frantic, and he drags me across his hard cock.
“I’m a virgin,” I whimper.
He pulls back to look at me, his hair is all messed up, and his lips swollen.
“You’re a what?” He frowns.
3
Spencer
“I haven’t had sex before.”
“Never?”
She shakes her head.
I watch her, my breathing ragged. Is she fucking joking?
“Tonight with you would be my first night.”
My eyes widen in horror. “What the fuck?” I push her off my lap and stand immediately. “Are you kidding me?”
“No, I’m not!” she snaps, annoyed by my reaction. “I’m offering you my virginity. Do you want it or not?”
Her virginity.
I stare at her, my mouth hanging open. “Of course I fucking want it.” I run my hands through my hair and begin to pace. “I… I mean.” I stop and look back at her. “Never?” I mouth.
She shakes her head, and I wince.
A virgin. A virgin. A fucking virgin. I’ll split her in fucking half.
I have no idea how to fuck gently.
“This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting,” she whispers.
I look over at her and my face softens. “God, Charlotte.” I lean down and tenderly kisses her beautiful big lips, holding her face in my hands. “You’re the perfect woman.”
“But?” She scowls.
I stare at her, lost for words. My heart is hammering hard in my chest.
If I take her virginity she’ll become needy and attached, and I’ll only fuck this shit up. Girls fall in love with their first sexual partner and I don’t do love.
I so want to, though. I get a vision of myself teaching her the ropes, and my cock begins to weep. It would be so fucking good.
“Spencer, what’s wrong?”
I swallow the lump in my throat, and I kiss her softly as I try to control my hunger.
She deserves her first time to be soft and gentle… neither of which are my strong points. Plus, I’m big. I’ll hurt her.
Not if you warm her up first.
I get a vision of kissing her inner thigh, and my cock hardens to a painful level.
“You should go,” she whispers sharply.
I stare at her in confusion. “I knew you were different the moment I laid eyes on you,” I admit quietly. She’s fucking perfect inside and out.
God, I want her. Everything in me wants her.
She stands abruptly and opens the front door in a rush.
“Goodbye, Spencer.”
What? What the hell? “Wait, I… I don’t want to go,” I stammer.
Fuck, why did I hesitate? Now she thinks I don’t want her.
“I want you to leave. Immediately.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, standing my ground.
“You heard the lady,” Wyatt growls from the front porch.
We both turn in surprise.
“Not now, fucker,” I snap.
“Get out before I beat you to a living pulp.”
“What the hell?” I frown, and my eyes flicker to the beautiful girl in front of me. “Charlotte?”
“Please leave, Spencer,” she says as her eyes fill with tears.
My face falls knowing that I’ve hurt her feelings.
She turns and runs up the stairs, leaving me no choice. Wyatt pushes me towards the front door, and I rip my arm from his grip.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” I shout as I storm out onto the porch.
“Don’t come back.”
I turn to him. “I’ll be back whenever it fucking suits me, you prick. Stay the fuck out of my way.” I storm to my car, start it up, and rev the shit out of the engine.
I stare at her house for a moment, glaring at the fucking idiot guard dog standing on the front porch.
I don’t even have her fucking phone number.
I tear out of the driveway and out through the large stone gates.
“Well done, Spencer, you stupid prick.” I grip the steering wheel with white knuckle force.
That was one gigantic fuck up.
* * *
I sit at my kitchen table and type the words ‘Charlotte Prescott’ into Google.
It’s now Sunday night, and I’ve been in a world of pain since Thursday when I last saw her.