Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
“Please.”
He smiled wider and surged forward before he stopped. “Breathe, Molly. Focus on me and breathe.”
I did just that, and he slid in deep this time, all the way, and I felt his balls pressed against my body. “So full,” I moaned as my body pulsed around him.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned and kissed me again, hitching one leg up over his hip as he began to thrust deeper and deeper.
After a few deep strokes, my body was completely used to the invasion and ready for more. “Fuck me, Colt. Please.”
When he moved, it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my whole life. I was glad in that moment that I’d waited for a man like Colton who liked to tease and please, who treated sex as an event rather than a task to tick off a list. His mouth was everywhere while he thrust into me—kissing my neck, my earlobe, my collarbone, and my breasts. It was too many sensations all at once, and I felt like one exposed nerve from head to toe.
“Oh my god,” I cried out as he palmed my thighs and pushed them towards me, which allowed him to sink even deeper. “Holy shit, Colton!”
He smiled and slid his hands up my thighs so his thumbs were on my clit, the sweet torture so incredibly agonizing that my orgasm snuck up on me and burst out of me like a volcano erupting after centuries of lying dormant.
“Yes! Oh, yes!” In response to my pleasure, he sat up and grabbed my legs, pulling me so my thighs were draped over his while he gripped my hips and plunged into me, deep strokes that hit me in a spot that made all words and thoughts impossible. “What,” I began, but the words were lost as another wave of pleasure pulled me under and drowned me with its intensity.
“Molly,” he growled, and his hips moved faster and deeper, his expression intense and twisted in pain. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned as he stiffened for a quick moment and then pounded in long, deep strokes as his cock pumped into me, filling me with his warmth. His big body collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms around him, holding him so close I felt his heart beat against my chest. “Thank you for that wonderful gift.” He pressed a soft kiss to my mouth and slowly slid free of my body.
My heart clutched when he stepped off the bed and walked away; that used feeling I always worried about crept up as he disappeared into my bathroom. But he returned quickly with a wet towel, which he pressed between my thighs and cleaned me.
He. Cleaned. Me.
My heart stuttered, and then when he curled his big body around mine in bed and kissed my neck? That was the moment I tumbled headlong for Colton.
My boss.
This was madness, and I knew it, but cuddled in his arms, his scent surrounding me, I didn’t care.
Chapter 14
Colton
“How in the hell are you still a virgin?”
I don’t mean for the question to come out quite so harshly, but I was truly baffled. I can’t believe that a woman as beautiful and vibrant as Molly had been a virgin. I was grateful as hell that she’d chosen me of all people to introduce her to the pleasures of physical intimacy, but shock is my overwhelming feeling. How in the hell have all the idiotic males in her life let her get this far, untouched?
Molly shrugged and sighed as she relaxed against my chest. “It’s not as hard as you’d think, honestly. I was always a little overdeveloped, let’s say, as a girl. In my small town, people either hated my body and called me fat, telling me I’d be pretty if I just lost a few pounds.” She scoffed. “Or they assumed that my curves made me fast—that’s what they called it in my town. It was just a way to say that having hips and an ass meant I was sleeping around.” She laughed again and rolled her eyes. “As if my body type determined my morals.”
My hands bunched and curled into fists over and over at her words, making me so angry I wanted to track down every man in her life and beat the shit out of him. “That’s terrible.”
“Yeah,” she sighed. “That made it hard to trust men, who it turns out are a little too eager about banging a virgin. When that happened, I walked away.”
My fingertips danced along her silky skin, and I couldn’t stop looking at her, flushed and satisfied in her post-coital glow. “That sucks that you had to go through that, but seriously, why me?” That is the part that I can’t understand even more than the fact that she’s been a virgin. Why would a beautiful young woman like her want a grumpy old bastard like me?