Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
I almost died a virgin. I have to make sure I begin living life a little. I thought a night of fun sounded as though it was exactly what I needed. I figured I could have a quick roll in the hay, and then tomorrow the girls and I would be gone. That idea had blown up in my face real quick, considering my heart is starting to get in the way.
“You just fell into my lap. How?” He pulls back and stares into my eyes. “How did I luck out like this, after all these years alone?”
Why are my eyes watering? I can’t seem to get a handle on my emotions.
He moves across the room until I feel my back being pressed against a mattress. He frees himself of my hold to stand at the side of the bed. I don’t know how long he stands there taking in every inch of my body. It’s as if he’s memorizing it. I’m sure he knows that tonight is all we likely have. I want to enjoy every moment I can with him until real life comes crashing down on us again.
“Take your shirt off.”
He gives me a half smile but reaches behind him to grab it and tosses it away.
“See?” I smirk. “You take orders quite well.”
“That’s it.” He lunges for me. I let out a small scream. I roll over to my stomach to try and get away from him, but his hands grab my ankles and pull me back down the bed. My ass is on full display now.
I look over my shoulder to see what he’s doing. He kisses one cheek and then the other. When he goes to do it again, he takes a bite. I let out a small scream. It doesn't hurt. It can't, because when he slips his fingers through my wet folds, there is no hiding that what he’s doing is turning me on.
“Fuck, you’re wet. Does it hurt, pretty eyes?”
“Please” is all I can get out. In one quick move, he flips me over, and I’m on my back once again. My legs hang off the side of the bed where he is now kneeling. He lifts my legs, throwing them over his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I ask. It’s a stupid question. I might be a prude at times, but I know what he’s about to do, but still I’d found myself asking the question.
“Getting my taste,” he tells me before he buries his face between my thighs. My fingers dig into the sheets, needing something to hold on to. His tongue circles my clit before he gives it a few flicks. I swear I almost come from that alone. But he’s not done.
He pumps his tongue inside of me, mimicking sex while his thumb plays with my clit. I scream out in pleasure. Everything I’ve felt today comes pouring out. My body feels so light I think I could float away.
“That one was to get you out of that head of yours. This one's just for you.” I don’t understand what he means until once again his mouth is on me. He licks and sucks at me, but this time he presses a finger inside me. It’s a snug fit at first, but with how much he turns me on I keep getting wetter, and he gets another inside of me.
I feel it. I’m going to come again. When he hooks his fingers inside of me while sucking my clit into his mouth, I’m done for. This orgasm is more powerful than the last. I lie there unable to move. Charles puts my feet back on the ground as he nuzzles the insides of my thighs. He kisses and sucks them the same way he did when he was pulling those mind-blowing orgasms from me.
When I feel him shift, I open my eyes. He lifts me, pulling me to the center of the bed before putting the blanket over me.
“Wait. That's it? Aren't we going to—” My shy side begins to come back.
“Not right now. I've got some stuff to tend to.” Before I can respond, he’s already out the door. It makes me feel cheap, which is stupid because I was the one who got off. Not only once but a few times. His quick departure leaves me feeling confused.
And men say women are hard to read.
8
CHARLES
“What’s going on with all these women and you holing up in your room?” Tiernan pulls some milk from the fridge. “And not just you. I haven’t seen Diego or Barrow since you got back.” He pours himself a glass, probably only because I’m standing right here watching. Tiernan’s a drink-from-the-container-guy like an asshole otherwise. “Hey, are you sure this isn’t some sort of setup?”
“No one knows we’re here.” I start pulling food from the fridge and then grab the bread from the pantry.