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“Good girl,” he growls, threading his thick fingers through my hair. “Take me all the way to the back of that tight little throat.”
I’m gagging well before he reaches the back of my throat, but I think he likes that sound because he only grows harder when he hears it, which has me getting wetter.
I’m not sure how long I’m on my knees, but I know I love it. Every slippery second. I love the way it feels to be in control, to have this giant man at my mercy, begging for release.
“Okay, little one,” his voice is ragged with need, “lay back on that table for me. I need to show you how much I need this.”
I suckle at the head of his cock for another moment then sink into his touch, letting him place me on the smooth mahogany table.
He’s so big, every inch of him. His shoulders, his fingers, his head, his cock, his arms. I’m not often dwarfed, but right now, with Nick, I feel small. Small and soaking wet. Soaking wet and ready to lose my virginity to this giant.
The wood is a welcomed cool against my back as Nick spreads my legs wider, landing one against his chest as he bends down to sink into my pussy. He’s slow and careful, thrusting with minor explorations before pushing deeper inside.
“Fuck. Your tight little pussy is soaking wet for me.” He moans out as he presses in deeper. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
I hear the words and I’m certainly in pain, but I’d never tell him to stop. I want every inch he can give me. I want him thrusting harder and faster until I’m filled to the brim with his come right here in the place I love the most, Chestnut Lane Bookstore.
Chapter Ten
Nick
I’m not an emotional guy. Never have been, probably never will be, but this, with Evie, is the exception. Her back slides against the smooth dark wood as I thrust inside of her, her full breasts swaying back and forth as her mouth falls open.
Fuck.
I want to shove myself inside deeper and harder, but I’m trying to be gentle. It’s her first time. She should remember this sweetly, not like some out-of-control animal pinned her down and fucked the breath from her lungs, though that’s all I want to do right now.
My jaw tightens as I lean forward and suck her hard nipple, my cock still pushing inside of her. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”
She bites back a smile in the dim glow of twinkling lights tucked into the evergreen garland strung on the bookshelves. What is it about this woman that has me wanting things I’ve never wanted? A cabin closer to town that’s filled with kids that have her bouncing curls. Spending every night laughing over stupid inside jokes. Fuck, I even thought about building a little farm stand today so we could sell my jam and her pumpkin rolls. I’m fucking losing it and thrusting into her harder is only making it worse.
I want more than tonight. I want more than this moment.
I want to own this woman. Scratch that.I need to own this woman!
“Oh God, Nick! Right there!” She pants and squeezes my forearms tight as she tilts her neck up. “Don’t stop!”
“I’m not stopping.” I thrust in deeper, stretching her tight little hole as wide as it’ll go as I grip her hips and try not to come in the next three seconds.
It’s a feat no man should be faced with, especially with a woman like Evie sprawled out in front of him. Tits swaying, curls bouncing, soft, innocent little moans of pain and pleasure spilling from her perfect pink lips. It’s heaven on Earth.
I grip her tighter, squeezing my thighs together to hold back on my orgasm, but it’s coming fast. “You’re mine, you know that? This pretty little virgin pussy, those pretty sounds, your pretty face. It’s all mine.” I’ve barely gotten the words out before she digs her nails into my forearm and lets out a scream so loud and guttural that I come with her.
All at once, like a roaring train rushing into the station, my muscles release, and I fill Evie’s tight little womb up with every bit of seed I have.
Her eyes close, her mouth opens, and a soft, relaxing sigh spills from her lips before she turns her head back toward me.
“Oh my God,” she pants, barely opening her eyes. “What did you just do to me?”
“I was thinking the same,” I say, pulling her up to nuzzle her against my chest. “You okay?”
“Yeah. You’re huge,” she smiles, “but I think I can get used to it.”
“Good ‘cause I’m not letting you get away.” I kiss the top of her head, my cock still lingering inside of her as I hold her close.
I never once thought of myself as a romantic, but here I am, wondering what I can do to hold on to this feeling forever. I could blame it on the sentiment of the holidays, the rush ofmeeting someone new, or hell, I could even blame the couple of beers we knocked back earlier tonight, but I know deep down all that would be a lie.
The real blame here is that chicken sweater. I knew the second I saw it, I was in trouble.
