Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
“So pink and wet,” he murmured. “Needy little pussy.”
I was panting. The sound of my own breathing was loud in my ears. I might be a virgin but I’d done things with men, however one had never been so up close and spent so much time down there. The quick intakes of breaths stopped the second his tongue ran from where he had been touching me all the way to my clit.
“AH!” I cried out as my hips bucked, lifting from the bed.
He pressed his face further in, and his actions became a hungry lapping as he gripped my inner thighs, holding them back. Cries of pleasure came from me as I watched his head. I’d never had this. Guys had licked it a few times, then wanted a blow job, but none had treated it like a meal they were ravenous for. I was already close to a climax. Reaching down, I buried my fingers in his hair and held him to me, rocking my hips against his talented mouth.
“Oh God! Forge,” I moaned.
He became more frantic, as if he were the one receiving the pleasure and on the verge of an orgasm. A growl vibrated against my clit, and the world exploded into bliss. The pulsing delirium took over my body, and I pulled at his hair, shouting his name over and over. I’d been giving myself orgasms for years, but this was the first time someone else had given me one. Holy shit. They didn’t compare.
Trying to float back to earth, I tried to catch my breath, but Forge was still down there, and he wasn’t allowing it. Wide, muscular shoulders flexed as he moved in closer, licking up over my bare mound now.
His eyes shot up to meet mine. “Tart and sweet. Jesus, baby, that’s addictive,” he told me in a raspy voice. “Never tasted one like that.”
Although I didn’t want to be reminded of the other vaginas he’d had his mouth on, I did feel a burst of warmth, knowing he liked it. He’d called it addictive.
His tongue slid from the top down, almost touching my still-aching bud.
“Fuck, I need inside you,” he said in a desperate tone, and instantly, he was on top of me.
One arm beside my head, he held himself over me. I stared up at him, wanting more. To get as close to him as I possibly could, but the reminder that I was a virgin and he had a monster-sized penis was hindering that high.
The head pressed at my opening, and my entire body tensed up. The fear of pain now rearing its ugly head. Not just any pain, but the thought that he might actually damage me if he tried to get it inside. I was pretty sure mine was smaller than most due to the tampon thing.
When the first stretch came as he pressed it inside just slightly, I cried out, grabbing his arms, my nails biting into his biceps.
His entire body stilled, and I could feel his eyes on me even with mine closed. I was ruining the best night of my life. Because I had saved myself for a man who didn’t want me.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to face this.
The veins on Forge’s neck stood out, and his jaw was clenched tight. As if he was in pain.
“You won’t …” I started, then winced. God, why did this have to be this way? WHY?! The one time I felt like this about a guy, and this happened. “You won’t fit.”
His eyes narrowed. “I could tell you were tight when I buried my tongue inside you,” he said gruffly. “But this …”
When he didn’t say more, I knew I had to be honest. As humiliating as it was.
I looked to the side, stared at the wall and blurted the awful truth, “I’m a virgin.”
He blew out a breath. “How the fuck?”
I wanted to laugh. Not from humor, but my own stupidity. I’d thought this was a moment I wanted with Calvin. Little had I known that this man would walk into my life and change everything.
Forge grabbed my chin between his finger and thumb and turned my head so that I had to meet his gaze. “How, Elsie? You’re gorgeous, smart, fun to be around, and your tits are porn-worthy. How has no man …” He paused, and his nostrils flared.
“They’ve tried,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn. “I just … I wasn’t ready. It wasn’t the one.”
“The one?” he asked as his brows drew together.
I nodded. “I wanted it to be right. I didn’t … it was silly.” Closing my eyes, I sighed.
I’d ruined it all. How was I going to get over this?
Forge’s thumb brushed my bottom lip, but I didn’t open my eyes. Looking at him right now was too much. Tears were threatening to fall, and I didn’t trust myself.