Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
“Fuckin’ A,” I snarl, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling hard. I’ve never felt this kind of fierce, raw lust before. And no woman has ever had this kind of hold on me, that’s for damn sure.
There’s just something about Ivy. Something I can’t explain that makes me want to risk everything for her. That makes me want to put my babies in her and steal her away from the world so she can be my wife.
I yank her shirt up, exposing her perky teenage tits. She sighs my name as I wrap my lips around her nipple. “Slate…”
Everything she does drives me crazier. Hornier. I’m already fighting not to blow my load. She feels like fucking heaven. It’s like her pussy was designed especially for me. And even if it wasn’t, I’m stretching her now to be my perfect fit.
“Your dad would kill you if he knew you were out here,” I whisper. “Wouldn’t he?”
I hear it in the tone of her voice that she wants to laugh, but she can’t. Not while I’m pounding her like a jackhammer. “Y–yes…” She manages to stammer.
“You’re naughtier than you look, Ivy Calloway.”
I feel her pussy tightening. There’s an intake of breath with a slight tremor as she replies, “Just for you, Slate.”
“Christ, you’re perfect.” I shouldn’t be confessing my feelings so early, but I can’t help myself. I’m completely lost in her perfection. And as I rut deeper, burying my cock up to the hilt, I feel her pussy start to clamp down, signaling the arrival of her orgasm. “Gonna come for me, baby?”
She nods, hanging on to me for dear life. “I’m close.”
“I know. I can feel it.”
Her hips buck back against me. She’s grinding on my shaft so I hit just the right place inside her. It’s only her first time, and this girl isn’t afraid to show me what she wants. “I want you to come in me.”
Her words jolt me. I pull back and look into her eyes, which are blazing with adorable intensity.
“Are you on the pill?” I ask. Ivy shakes her head.
“Jesus…” I look away but only for a second. “You know what that means?”
She nods, not an ounce of doubt on her face. “I know.”
It’s a life-changing request and a decision that I should take time to process. But that’s impossible when I’m balls deep in the sweetest pussy there is.
What the hell is there to think about anyway?
Ivy is a goddess, and who wouldn’t want a goddess as their wife and mother of their children?
“Slate?” Her voice brings me back to reality. I look into her eyes, golden brown and filled with want. “Did you hear me?”
“I heard you, baby.” I nod. “And get ready. Because I’m gonna fill you up.”
I pump faster. Her pussy clenches tighter. And within seconds, it happens.
My jaw nearly unhinges as I bite down when my orgasm hits me. My hips thrust forward, and I snatch her by the ass with both hands and pull her down on me, burying every one of my inches in her soaked hole so only my balls hang out.
When I come, I come so hard it verges on painful. My cock swells to the max as I spray my seed into her tight center, coating her folds with my spend. And there’s so much of it.
Ivy’s entire body convulses as her orgasm rocks her. She opens her mouth to gasp, but no sound comes out. Her head drops forward, and her teeth close around the flesh of my chest. She bites down, just enough to sting, but not enough to break the skin.
We come together, her little cunt pulsing on my shaft as I press her up against the dirty brick wall of the diner. It’s not romantic moonlight shining down on us; it’s the flickering single bulb that will soon need to be replaced.
I feel like a conquering hero as I hold her in my arms, feeling her slowly regain her breath as she comes down.
I was her first.
And the world’s about to know I’ll also be her last.
5
IVY
The clubhouse is packed tonight. The scent of whiskey and cigars and gasoline hangs thick in the air. The Heartless Bastards are in full effect tonight, their loud, rough voices bellowing like backup singers for the classic rock blasting from the speakers. Girls in lace stockings and short skirts hang over the guys like they belong to them.
But none of them belong to Slate.
Slate belongs to me.
He hasn’t said those words out loud. Not yet. But he doesn’t have to. I see it in the way he looks at me. The way he tracks my every movement, his eyes scouring my body, burning into my skin like a brand. The way his jaw tightens and his fists clench when another man even glances in my direction.