Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115590 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Everything.” She clawed at my shirt, dragging it up my body.
I worked my way over her stomach, pulling her thong down her legs before I bunched her skirt around her waist. “You want me to tease you or make it quick?” I shoved her thighs apart, placing my face inches from her while circling my thumb in just the right spot to make her back bow from the bed.
“Zepp,” she moaned, grabbing at my hair.
I gave one slow lick over her, nearly losing it. I was going to come on myself before I ever got the chance to screw her if this kept up.
“Like this?” I asked, giving her another swipe of my tongue.
She pitched up, moaning and swearing. Fisting the sheets, then my hair. I had her panting and grinding against my face, and when I felt like she was ready to come, I sat up, then flopped down on the bed beside her and fisted myself.
“Good?”
“No!” She tugged off her shirt, followed by her bra, but I stopped her when she went for the laces on her boots.
“No way. Leave those fuckers on.”
Warm, bare tits pressed against my chest as she straddled me. And holy shit, nothing separated us. Not a damn thing. I flipped her onto her back, kissing her while I reached for a condom in my nightstand. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” Her voice caught on a ragged breath.
I warred with myself while I kissed her. I shouldn’t fuck her like this, but I wanted her. Just her. I needed that connection so damn much. And it wasn’t like we hadn’t done everything but. It wasn’t like this hadn’t been some fine line we had been toeing for damn near a month. So I ripped the foil open and rolled down the condom. Monroe invited me in by spreading her legs a little more. Then I froze inches from her, fighting the thought that I should wait until she was sober. We were dating. We had almost fucked ten times before. I groaned because the dilemma was real.
“You’re sure? You want me to fuck you. Now. Here?” My dick was pulling toward her like a magnet, wanting to take the plunge before I changed my mind.
“Yes.” She kissed me. “I just want you. No one else.”
I shifted on my arms, tip in when she shoved me back a little.
“Wait. Will it hurt a lot?”
My stomach bottomed out. That wasn’t a “be gentle.” That was an “I don’t have a clue what’s going on. Is this going to hurt.”
“What?” I moved back enough to study her face. There was a hint of something—something I didn’t like. “Roe...?”
“Just do it.” She grabbed my ass, wrapping her legs around me and trying to pull me close. “It’s fine. I trust you.”
No way in hell, she was a virgin. “Fuck.” I rolled onto my side, grabbing my dick in my hand while I stared at the ceiling, panting for breath.
“What are you doing?”
I had no idea what I was doing. I turned on the pillow to face her. “You’re drunk.”
“So?”
My gaze dropped to her tits, to her pussy, and I had to close my eyes to keep myself from jumping right back on her. “And a virgin?”
“Oh, so now you don’t want me just because I don’t know what I’m doing?” Her words slurred together.
I swiped a hand down my face. That was where her mind had just gone. Not that, maybe, for the first time in my life, I was trying to be a decent human being. As horny as I was, it wouldn’t take anything more than feeling her squeeze me one good time and I would be as good as done. I didn’t need her to know what she was doing, and to be honest, the idea that I would be the only guy ever to have her was enough to make me come.
“Is that it?” She huffed, and I glanced back at her face.
“No. It’s because I don’t want to take your virginity when you’re shitfaced.”
Seconds passed, the bang of Hendrix’s headboard next door, almost making my eye twitch.
Monroe eventually rolled onto her side hard enough that the mattress bounced. “Why does it matter, Zepp?”
“Because I don’t want you to hate me tomorrow.”
She trailed a finger down my stomach. “I could never hate you.”
As much as I wanted to believe that, I knew better. Given the right circumstances, anyone could hate anybody. I still had my dick in a vice grip in my hand, trying to strangle the need out of it while I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts tangled together.
“You could,” I said.
When I glanced beside me, Monroe had closed her eyes. Her bare tits rose and fell on steady swells. She had passed out in nothing but her boots, leaving me with nothing but my hard dick and my thoughts.