Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 141425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141425 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“I’m very good at preparing.” I reach into the nightstand and grab a condom, adding quickly, “For us. Just in case.”
His lips twitch. “In case I ever stormed in here and told you I wanted a redo on the Night of 1001 Confessions?”
“Yes,” I say, smiling, even though that’s not entirely how I came to be in possession of this, but that’s a story for later.
Tyler stands, sheds his pants and briefs, and stands naked before me.
And oh my god.
He’s glorious.
His cock is as beautiful as the rest of him. Everything is wonderfully proportional. He grips himself and strokes from base to tip, squeezing out a drop of liquid arousal. I part my lips. I barely know what’s come over me, but I stick out my tongue—asking for it.
He drags his thumb across my lips and slides it inside my mouth. My eyes flutter, and I moan around his thumb, tasting him. When I open my eyes again, I can’t wait any longer. “Please fuck me.”
Withdrawing his thumb, he drags it against the corner of my lips. “Such a beautifully filthy mouth. But so impatient. You’ll get my cock, but only when I’m ready to give it to you.”
I whimper.
He smiles again, a closed mouth grin. “Beg me, baby. You beg so sweetly.”
“Please, Tyler. I want you. Badly.”
“You sure?”
“Yes!” I practically bang my fists.
“Spread those pretty legs so I can make sure.”
I’m on edge with desire as I part my thighs, feeling vulnerable and wildly turned on. He stares at me approvingly.
“So fucking ready.” He climbs back onto the bed, settles between my thighs, and, with intense focus, rolls on the condom.
Then—he spreads my legs wide.
Nudges the head of his cock against my wetness.
Draws a sharp breath.
“Fuck, baby,” he grunts out. “You feel so good.”
“You’re not even in me,” I protest.
“I know. And you already feel incredible.”
I wrap my hands around his shoulders, urging him closer.
But he pauses—stilling himself, like he needs to catch his breath.
And in that moment, in that hesitation, my heart pounds so loudly, so…wonderfully.
Because I swear his does too. When he opens his eyes, his voice is low and strained. “Tell me if it hurts.”
He remembers everything—including the fact that I don’t have much experience.
“I know it’s going to feel good,” I say, then urge him on.
He pushes in—gritting his teeth, as if he’s fighting off a groan.
I gasp from the pleasure, from the way it spreads, deep and slow, as he sinks all the way into me.
“Ohhh,” I moan, chased by a little cry.
He breathes out hard too. “This is…”
For the first time, he seems speechless.
He freezes. “I need a moment.”
I stop breathing. I didn’t expect that. I didn’t expect him to have to pull himself together. “You do?” I ask, a little giddy.
“I’ve wanted this so badly. Need to make it good for you.”
“It is good,” I say, and what a thrill to reassure him.
So I do it with actions too. Reaching around, I grab his ass. He’s so firm, so strong, and I can’t wait to hold on as he fucks me.
But he doesn’t start pounding into me like I’m used to.
Instead, he reaches for my right hand, peels it off his ass. Then my left. I’m not sure what to make of the move until he says, “Hands over your head, Sabrina.”
Yes please! I comply.
He stretches over me and pins my wrists down.
Then—he pulls back, slow and lingering.
Taking his time.
Then he slides his cock back in, filling me deeply.
And I moan as my legs shake from the pleasure.
He pulls back, almost all the way out, leaving me empty, wanting.
Then he thrusts deep again, sending hot sparks pulsing through my entire body.
As he holds me down and fills me he stares into my eyes in a way that should be unnerving.
But it’s not.
It’s hot. It’s thrilling—the way he wants me, the way he can’t hide it.
A shudder wracks his strong body as he eases out, then drives back in. “I should’ve done this a long time ago,” he murmurs.
My toes curl. “You should have,” I toss back, breathless.
He fucks me slow and deep, holding me down the whole time. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
And maybe it’s the endorphins talking, maybe it’s the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of my life, but I say, “Then stop telling me to pretend it didn’t happen.”
His eyes flood with heat and longing. “I won’t, baby. I can’t.”
And I can barely process the weight of those words before he shoves into me again—rearranging my view of the world, of sex, of possibilities with every mind-bending thrust.
With every pump of his hips.
With every press of his body against mine.
My mind goes hazy, my body aches everywhere, and the world blurs as he takes me in deep and slow—everything I never knew I wanted.
Then, he picks up the pace—harder, faster—sending me spinning as I fall apart beneath him. And seconds later, he follows me there, grunting, tensing, and giving me everything.