Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25089 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
He climbed the wall of my building.
He broke into my bedroom. Why would he do that if not to go all the way?
God, if only I could scream at him to touch me.
When he finally leans down and pulls back the covers, I have to struggle to stay still. I can feel his eyes scouring my mostly-naked body. If only I had left my shorts off. Then this would have been perfect. But then again, are first times ever perfect? From everything I’ve heard from other girls, they’re mostly awkward and sometimes boring. Well, even if this doesn’t go a hundred percent according to plan, it certainly won’t be boring.
I nearly jump when he touches my back just below my neck, right between my shoulder blades. It feels like the knuckle of his middle finger. He traces slowly down, setting my body ablaze with salacious cravings.
Don’t move.
You’re sleeping, Ali. You’re sleeping.
My breath catches in my throat as his fingers reach the waistband of my shorts. I hear his breathing and match its rhythm with mine, desperately fighting to keep up the illusion of unconsciousness. My heart is pounding so hard against the mattress there’s just no way he doesn’t hear it.
His touch on my lower back is so gentle and restrained, which only serves to heighten the tension in the room. Thinking about it, this could be a scene out of a horror film. The masked killer standing over the half-naked girl just before he plunges his knife into her back.
Picturing that should turn me off. And yet…
Take off my shorts, Parker. Strip me naked and make me yours. Please, don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts now, big fella. I want it. You know I do. I want you to take my V-card. Don’t question yourself now.
Finally, I feel his thumbs hook into my waistband. He pulls tenderly, but my shorts are pinned beneath me and I can’t move, or I’ll break the illusion that I’m sleeping. So with every ounce of control in my body, I subtly shift the angle of my hips, allowing him to pull them down. All the way to my ankles.
For the second time, I’m completely bare before Parker.
Only this time, I’m lying on my stomach, my legs slightly spread, giving him a tiny peek at what he’s come here to claim.
Come on. It’s yours.
Take it.
My floorboards creek as he lowers himself, and I feel the heat of his breath on the back of my thighs, sending goosebumps across my whole body. Are those his lips barely brushing against my skin? No guy has ever been this intimate with me before. I have no idea how I’m managing to remain this calm. It’s like being subjected to a form of delightful torture.
His breath tickles as he moves up to my sex, and I hear a deep inhale as he takes in my scent. “Fuck, I knew she’d smell delicious.” His whisper ramps up my excitement like gasoline being poured on a fire. I’m about to overheat. My face is prickling from an intense blush. The desire for him to be inside me is overpowering.
Take my V-card, Parker.
He did pick up on my hint back in the alley. Either that, or it’s just somehow a coincidence that tonight was the night he finally lost control and decided to simply claim me in my sleep. To be honest, that would be an even bigger turn-on. God, I really am insanely kinky. Where did all this come from?
There’s a quiet sound of a zipper followed by a surge of body heat as Parker climbs onto my bed. He straddles me like a cowboy riding a bull, his knees on either side of my ass. And then I feel it. The strong, hot, thick, heaviness of his cock as he pulls it from his pants and sets it between my cheeks.
Oh my God.
This is really happening.
I lie still as he parts my ass and presses his tip against my slit, which is absolutely soaked with arousal. A low, approving rumble sounds from deep within his chest, and I die inside. If only I could see his face at this moment. Me, stripped bare. Him, still clothed, entering me while I pretend to sleep.
Does he know I’m pretending?
Or does he simply not care?
There’s a pinch of pain as he presses his crown through my breach, and I allow myself a deep breath in response. I don’t even need to see his cock to know how massive it is. The stretch is deep, and each inch he pushes into me feels like it’s drilling into my stomach.
My God, how can there be more?
There’s a moment of resistance, and I brace myself as Parker continues to push. I tense and gasp a whisper into my pillow as he pops my cherry and slides deeper. That’s it. He’s taken me. I belong to him now. A twisted stalker whom I barely know has deflowered me while I lay still in the darkness, unmoving like a sex doll. His personal little fuck-toy to do with what he pleases.