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Daddy's Virgin (A CEO Boss Romance Novel)

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It had been easy to kiss Trethan, but turning that kiss into sex… That was something that had never happened before. We’d fooled around some, sure, but we’d never gone all the way.

I needed it now, though. I needed to stop worrying about what might happen; I needed to stop worrying about what everyone else had to say about him. I wanted him, and as Julie had reminded me, sometimes being an adult meant that you had to take risks.

I only hoped this was an okay risk to take.

“Are you sure about this?” Trethan asked, as though reading my mind.

“No,” I admitted, laughing a little and biting my lip. But the fact that he’d even asked that, rather than just assuming I wanted him, like all his other women must, meant a lot to me. The cocky teenager I’d known years ago would never have asked that.

“Let’s slow it down a little, maybe,” he suggested.

He backed me up toward the bed, but made no move to remove the remainder of my clothing or the remainder of his. Instead, he helped me gently lie down on the bed and then lay down next to me, pulling me into his arms and continuing to make out with me.

Everywhere he touched came alive with sparks of desire, making me shiver. Trethan wordlessly pulled the blankets up around us.

As we continued to kiss, he slotted a leg between mine, and I couldn’t help grinding down against his firm and solid thigh, gasping a little as the stimulation sent quakes of pleasure vibrating through my core. “Oh fuck,” I moaned, falling back against the pillows, practically writhing with the need to have him fill me.

But he continued to move slowly. As I trembled, he kissed his way down my body, finally unhooking my bra and doing away with it only so that he could get his mouth on the tender skin there, sucking marks into my soft skin. I clawed at his back as he nipped at me, the move unexpected but oh-so pleasurable at the same time.

Trethan smiled against my skin and trailed his lips lower, leaving lines of fire across my skin. He swirled his tongue around my navel and then kissed lower still, until he came to the very edge of my panties.

Even though I whimpered wantonly with need, he moved back up my body and returned to kissing me on the lips. His tongue darted into my mouth.

“Please,” I begged, the word barely audible. My fingers twisted in the sheets, and I rocked down against his hard prick. Despite the two thin layers of material between my entrance and his tip, it felt as though he might slip inside at any moment. I gasped and rocked down against him once more.

Trethan trailed his hand down my side, fondling my breast, caressing my hip, and then finally coming to rest in the space between my legs. He looked surprised at finding how wet my panties were, and for a moment, I thought he was going to say something to tease me. But then, the moment passed, and instead of teasing me, he stripped me down to naked flesh, quickly following suit himself.

This time, when he rocked against me, it was an exploration of the most perfect sort of friction, now that the material had been stripped away. He still wasn’t quite breaching my folds, but the pressure – the promise – had me gulping in air and swallowing hard.

I reached down between us and found Trethan’s hot erection, giving it a few rough, uncoordinated strokes, trying my best not to be distracted as he sucked a mark into the side of my neck, the pain-pleasure a sharp counterpoint to the fiery, all-consuming lust I felt at my core.

“Are you sure?” Trethan asked again, looking even more serious this time.

I could only nod in response, needing this more than I could say.

He started with his fingers, sliding first one and then two and three digits into me, testing the wetness and stretching my opening to prepare it for something larger. He crooked his fingers, managing to find the bundle of nerves inside me, playing his fingers over the spot again and again, until I practically sobbed.

It wasn’t enough. His fingers ghosted gently rather than giving me any sort of pressure there, and the more I squirmed, the more he held back.

Finally, he withdrew his fingers entirely; that time, I really did sob, unable to hold back the sound. “Please, please, please,” I begged, my walls clenching around nothing. All he did was kiss me, getting me more and more wound up, until it was practically impossible to breathe.

Then, he gave himself another couple firm strokes and aligned his tip against my passageway. He pushed slowly into my folds, biting his lower lip, clearly trying very hard not to just thrust impatiently inside. I tried to rock down into him, to hasten him along, but he had my hips pinned in place, ensuring that he was firmly in control.

I twisted desperately, knowing I would come soon, feeling I was already teetering there on the edge, and

one solid thrust would send me spilling to the other side.

Sure enough, as he pulled out and snapped his hips against mine, I came helplessly, crying out and clinging desperately to him, holding his hips still for the moment, unable to take the way they continued to angle into mine. It was exquisitely too much. My vision dissolved into a chaotic cluster of colors. My body couldn’t feel anything beyond its wracking trembles and unceasingly clenching walls.

After what felt like an eternity, I collapsed bonelessly back against the bed, muzzily blinking my eyes open and staring up at Trethan, who smirked down at me like the cat who’d gotten the cream.

But we weren’t done yet. Not even close.

Trethan waited until I had recovered a little and then began to thrust again. Each slow drag of his head against my walls made me whimper with overstimulation, but I couldn’t stop the little sounds.

He finally found a way to muffle them for a moment, bending down and kissing them out of me, licking and sucking at my mouth as he claimed my whole body as his own. It felt so incredibly right, years of feelings for one another spilling over into every deliberate touch. The stroke of his fingertips down my ribcage was as much a gesture of admiration as one of lust. The way his body covered mine was an act of protection, as well as practicality. His penetrating thrusts were gentle even as they chased pleasure.

I felt consumed by him, totally wrought out, and we weren’t even done yet. Not even close.



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