Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
“You’ve never been with a man before,” he echoes, his voice at once reverential and dazed. “You’ve never taken a man’s cock in this tight pink pussy.”
“No, never,” I say in a tearful voice, the waterworks beginning to start even though I vowed I’d keep them at bay. “I’m sorry, Daddy. Are you angry with me?”
He dips his head to seize my mouth in a ravenous kiss. Somehow, there’s an element of possession here that wasn’t present before, as if he can’t believe that I’ve never been touched. Yet he’s all too eager to mark me as his.
“No, don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he rasps, those blue eyes blazing with passion now. “You have no idea how this makes me feel, Nova. To know you’ve never been with another man. That you’re innocent. Untouched.”
Then he withdraws, and sure enough, his thick shaft has a tiny streak of red on the side, which makes me shudder with shame. What if Hunter’s disgusted by the blood? What if he hates me, and tells me to scram? I’d die, surely.
But instead, the visual confirmation of my virginity only turns the alpha male into a crazed man. His mouth drops to mine once more, claiming me as his, as his hips pick up speed, that massive cock sinking into my wetness with a new possession.
“Mine,” he moans against my lips. “Mine, mine, mine.”
I caress the bulging muscles of his back as the pain begins to subside, pleasure building in its place. Yes, I was made for this man. Yes, Hunter is the one who claimed my innocence, and who’s helped me cross over the threshold to womanhood. Yes, this is how it’s supposed to happen, and how it was always meant to be.
With those prophetic words on my mind, my world explodes. My vision goes white as I scream in Hunter’s face, climax shaking my curves like a massive earthquake.
“Hunter!” I shriek. “Oh oh oh!”
“Yes, baby,” he rasps. “Let it all out. I love feeling your pussy clench around my cock, yes yes yes – oh SHIT!”
Then, climax strikes my lover as well. I feel his shaft jerk deep inside my wet depths before pulsing hotly, virile streams of baby batter lashing against my fertile fields.
“Oh FUCK!” he shouts, a conquering warrior marking his territory. “Take it, baby, take it. Oh fuck fuck fuck!”
I clench and scream some more, my pussy pulsing with ecstasy as it milks the massive shaft buried deep inside. I’m stretched so hard by his size that it hurts, but it’s worth it because this is the man I was born to adore. Meanwhile, Hunter pumps like an animal who’s lost all control. His hips continue to fuck me through the orgasm, a massive load of come deposited into my sweetest spot as we journey together through the ecstatic haze.
“Daddy,” I cry as tears stream down my face. “Oh Daddy!”
“Yes, baby girl,” he moans in reply, still pumping into my fertile depths. “Oh shit shit shit.”
Our moans rise through the room, twining and embracing as we savor the intimacy of finally being together as a man and woman. But all good things come to an end, and we eventually come down from the high. I’m sweaty and boneless, Hunter’s shaft still buried within my folds. I half expect him to pull out, but instead, he stays nestled deep inside my sensitive femininity. I summon my courage to steal a glance at those azure eyes.
“Are you angry?” I manage in a small voice. “For not telling you that I was a virgin, I mean?”
Hunter leans back to take my small chin in his big hand, our gazes locking. But there’s a loving light to his expression, something there that wasn’t before.
“No, baby,” he rasps. “I’m not angry. I would never be angry at you for gifting me your innocence. If anything, I’m gratified and awestruck that you did. But tell me, sweetheart. How did that come to be? You’re sexy, beautiful, and fertile. I was sure you’d lost your virginity to some boy years ago.”
I shake my head slowly, my cheeks growing pink. It’s so intimate to be talking like this, still joined together, while we’re completely naked. But it feels open and honest too, and I reveal my heart to Hunter.
“No, not really. Boys were never interested in me. I’ve always been a wallflower.”
Hunter lets out a disbelieving grunt of laughter.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to call you out on that one. I literally caught you with a boy on New Year’s Eve, and then interrupted you on a date with a different douchebag tonight. You are absolutely catnip for the male species. Hell, I’ve been eyeing you myself from the moment you walked through my door.”
“You have?” I breathe, staring up into his possessive gaze. “Since I moved in during the fall?”
His handsome expression is fierce, yet loving at once.