Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
“Stop teasing me. Just fuck me,” she demands. Spreading her thighs wide, I settle between them, rubbing the head of my cock through her folds. She moans and bucks her hips toward me.
“You ready for me, Taryn?” I ask, needing to be sure.
“Yes,” she says, and I line up with her opening, teasing it shallowly.
That’s all I need to hear to make her mine.
Chapter Three
Taryn
As soon as I say yes, he surges forward. His powerful thrust rips through my virginity and makes my back arch. I feel so full and so… loved.
That’s crazy, right? My thoughts are going a thousand miles per hour, though that’s nothing new.
I literally just met him a little more than an hour ago. Under him, I feel like a goddess being worshiped. For the first time ever, I love the attention. He leans down to suck on my right nipple and holy shit, the sensation in my pussy heightens.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he growls, slowing down his thrusts.
“What?” I cry, not really sure what the problem is.
“This fucking pussy is mine, Taryn. I don’t know what I’d do if you gave it to another man. If I hadn’t just felt the evidence of it, I never would have believed that some other man hadn’t already claimed you,” he says, looking into my eyes. I see something in them that frightens me to my very soul. They are bright and full of fire.
I smile up at him and put my hand on his chest.
“I never even looked at a man until I sat down next to you,” I promise, answering truthfully. He grins at me lecherously before moving within me again. Over and over, he pulls all the way out of me before entering me again, slowly. He’s torturing me and I love it.
“Oh fuck,” I cry as the first orgasm I’ve ever had not created by yours truly rocks through my system. “Beck,” I scream his name as he pumps faster and faster into me. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I hold on for dear life as he gives me things I didn’t know I needed. My nails dig into his shoulders, we’re chest to chest. I didn’t know you could be this close to someone else and love it. I mean normal hugs from my parents creep me out, but this? This, I could get used to. What is it about this man? How does he do this to me after such a short amount of time? I feel… everything. How is he able to do what my parents and years of therapy couldn’t accomplish?
“Taryn,” he shouts as he releases into me. I feel like liquid right now. He collapses on top of me before pulling out of me and moving to the side. He gathers me close and breathes me in. I do the same. I’ll never forget how he smells of trees and fresh, clean soap.
Twice more he takes me. Each time slower and more languid than the last. I lie in his arms until he’s snoring. I kiss him one more time before I get out of his bed and gather my clothes and purse. I call a cab and wait for it. Taking one last look at him before I leave, I already miss him. How can that be? The further I get away from him, the more I miss him, and I don’t miss things. I force myself to forget about him by thinking about what awaits me at home. I am dreading facing my mom. She hovers and that puts me on edge. I might be twenty-one, but I live in the mother-in-law suite attached to my parent’s house. She knows all my comings and goings, so I am not at all surprised to find her in my living room when I get home. She jumps up from the couch and pulls me into a hug. I just stand there, waiting for her to be done. It’s two in the morning and I’ve never been this late before.
“Where the hell have you been, young lady?” she says instead of a greeting after releasing me from the tight mama bear hug, she has me in.
“Out, with a friend,” I say, not technically lying. Beck is kind of a friend now. I mean his face has been in my pussy. If we aren’t at least friends now, I don’t know what we are. I almost laugh out loud at the thought, but I manage to hold it in.
“Bullshit. You don’t have any friends,” she says honestly. She’s not being mean, it’s true, but that doesn’t mean I want to hear that from her.
“Mom, I’m an adult. I got this. I’d like to go to bed now,” trying to get her out of here. I need some space. I am about to lose it