Breaking the Bully Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
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I sense she needs air, so I let her mouth go momentarily, kissing down her jawline to her neck, licking the rain from her smooth flesh, moaning brokenly when she shifts her pussy against my lap. Then does it again.

“Feels good,” she whispers, her voice barely loud enough to hear above the storm. “Moore.”

Did I have a plan when I brought her down here? Yes. I know Allie. I know bringing her inside would have been like throwing a blanket over a lamp, muting the brightness. She thrives outside. I’ve lost count of the times I’ve followed her out of school into the rain, watching her lift her face to the sky, smiling as the drops fall onto her face. Outdoors is where she belongs. Under the volatile sky. I wanted to give her a first time she’ll think about every hour for the rest of her life, but I’m…I’m quickly recognizing my inexperience.

I’m not practiced at this. At sex. At all.

But I have been fucking starving for it for years. With this girl.

So when she rubs against my cock and says “feels good,” I almost come against the fly of my jeans. Jesus, my balls screw up so tight, I see double, a strangled sound lodging in my throat. I have to force myself not to grip her butt cheeks and grind her down while I thrust up, giving myself enough friction to finish.

Christ, don’t finish. Please. I’ve been blessed with an opportunity I don’t deserve. A night with Allie. A chance to make her first time perfect—and that’s what I’m going to do, even if it kills me.

Any inhibitions she had when we walked into the lake are gone, however. It’s as though the storm has awakened an answering passion inside of her. She makes urgent, breathy noises, her fingers tangling in my soaked T-shirt. She strips it off over my head, her palms skating down the contours of my pectorals, up the meat of my arms, leaning in to kiss the hollow of my throat, the underside of my chin. Heat sears me from the inside, growing hotter with every touch of those lips on my flesh—and no, no, no I can never live without this. I’ll wither and die.

Get into her system, not out of it. Get deeper.

So deep she can’t pry you out. As deep as she is inside you.

With those directives blaring in the back of my head, I wade toward the shore and drop down to my knees, gently laying Allie on her back, kissing her incredible mouth while my fingers fumble with the button and zipper of her jeans. I’m touching Allie’s pussy through denim and again, my balls harden so swiftly, I’m worried they’re going to ruin everything, but I grit my teeth and start to tug the jeans down her legs. As soon as the soft, wet flesh of her thighs is revealed, I tilt my face up to the sky and squeeze my eyes closed. God oh God.

“What’s wrong?” she whispers, lifting her hips so I can remove the pants.

“I’m trying not to come just looking at you,” I rasp, tossing her jeans aside, taking several deep breaths to get myself under control, before giving in to the overwhelming temptation to see Allie in panties drenched from the rain—and no amount of imagination could have done her justice. The shy inward turn of her right knee, the light pink panties that rapidly become see-through, thanks to the rain. The slit of her sex a faint shadow that becomes more and more visible, along with the sparse patch of hair.

My senses are overloaded, my inhales and exhales rattling in my ears. Precipitation molds her light T-shirt to her pretty, pointed tits, her mouth is swollen from being kissed. I’m an eighteen-year-old man who’s only ever climaxed from jerking off, and because of that, my instinct now is to take my cock out and jack off to the sexual feast in front of me. I’ll come so hard. So hard. All over her.

But this is sex.

I’m being allowed sex. With the girl of my dreams.

My dick is in disbelief, painfully distended and dripping with pre-come in my briefs, begging to blow inside of her, instead of out. And Allie…her eyes are locked on it in wonder, lips in an O shape. The poster child for virginity. I’m going to be looking at that beautiful face when she takes my cock inside of her, feeling me move, stealing her innocence. Jesus. How am I going to last one pump?

“Allie,” I groan through my teeth, trying to explain with that single word how fucking horny I am and the problem it’s presenting.

She’s still staring at the bulge in my jeans. “Am I…should I…” I’ve never heard her with that husky tone of voice before. “Does it go in my mouth first?”



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