Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
He rocks his hips, pushing against me and I become extremely aware of the fact only his boxers and my thin panties separate us. He’s still asleep, I can tell by the way he mumbles, but he rolls me onto my back and buries his face in my neck which is another experience entirely.
I grip his solid biceps and hold tight, unsure on whether or not I want him to stop. This feels so weird and so good.
I feel myself get wet between my thighs as he keeps rocking and I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out when his lips touch my neck. His tongue tastes the space his lips tease and a whimper escapes me. I can’t hold it back and I know he wakes because his body becomes dry cement.
“Not dreaming,” he murmurs.
“Nope,” I confirm and he lifts his head.
A deviant smile takes over his handsome features. “Thought you never would, not even if I was the last man alive?”
And just like that I’m not horny anymore. “Get the fuck off me.”
He laughs quietly and drops his body onto mine. “Show me your panties, Immy.”
“You’re such a dick.”
Leaning into my ear, he bites the lobe and whispers, “Show me your pussy, Immy.”
I don’t know why but his words and the way he says them has my sex clenching with need. I hold his eyes when he lifts his head and know that he has sensed the change because his pupils expand larger than they were and his lips part.
“We’re both gonna regret this,” he utters so quietly I can hardly hear him.
His lips hit mine, desperate and greedy and I return it. Angry that he’s made me feel this way. Angry that he’s made me feel so much desire for him when I despise him like I do. His teeth lock onto my lower lip as our bodies move together. Our groins meet, his cock against the delicate folds that are swollen and wanting.
I grip his hair, meeting his kiss with equal fervor, trying to show him how fucking mad I am that he’s doing this to me.
“God I fucking hate you,” I whisper between kissing before his tongue dives into my mouth. Likely to shut me up. It works.
Holy crap.
I buck my hips up, needing more, needing him to hit the right spot but the right spot is too deep inside of me.
He reaches between us, still kissing me furiously and adjusts himself in his boxers but the back of his hand hits my clit and sends a zap of pleasure through me. Even more so than before.
He freezes and looks at me with wide eyes. “Jesus, Immy… you’re so wet.”
I grab his hair and pull his lips back to mine while fumbling with my panties and trying to push them down.
He does the same with his boxers. Awkwardly getting them low enough to kick them off entirely. Then he grabs the bottom of my shirt and pushes it over my breasts, sucking my nipple into his mouth before I get the chance to protest. Not that I would, but still, I didn’t have time.
The feeling sends me wild, it’s a mixture of pleasure and pain and the fear that he might bite or suck too hard.
“Do it,” I beg when he lines himself up. I feel the head of him part a place that has never been touched before. I wince. This is it. This is happening. It’s not something I’ve obsessed about but there’s no going back once we’ve started. “Do it. Just do it.”
“Fuck, Immy…” He looks so pained as he slips out of place but quickly puts himself in the right spot.
This isn’t loving, or tender, or gentle.
“I should be kind and tell you I’m not about to be your first but I’m not a nice guy. I’m gonna fuck you, Immy. I’m gonna make you come, and I’m never gonna let you forget it.” He covers my mouth with his hand and thrusts forward so fast I feel my virginity tear. I release a pained moan that he swallows as he rocks twice, ensuring that he’s in as far as he can get.
He’s so big, which I already knew but this is insane. I feel so sore and stretched yet the way he’s kissing me and the way his body is on mine, lights a fire deep inside.
“I’m not even sorry,” he breathes in my ear, slamming home again. “You’re a fucking bitch, Immy.” His hand tangles in my hair and exposes my throat which he kisses and bites making me sob with pleasure and pain but I like it. I like every second of it. “You’re a bitch and I never want to stop fucking you.”
I moan, long and unsteady as he pins my hands above my head and presses our foreheads together.