Heathen: A Dark Enemies to Lovers Romance (Redwood Rebels Book 2) by Rachel Leigh (sight word readers .txt) 📕

squeeze. I can feel her body tense up and I bet she’s creaming in her panties right now. I know that I’m hard as a fucking rock. I didn’t think she’d turn me on this much, but there is something about her lack of experience that has me wanting to teach her everything I know, and then some.

Leaning to the side, I pull her down with me as we drop onto the bed. With our mouths still connected, I roll her onto her back and climb on top of her. “You’re doing so good.”

“I am?” she asks, seeking my praise and approval.

“Fuck yeah, you are.” My open palm slides up the length of her leg then beneath her sweater. Her waist is just as smooth as her hands. Satin-like, and I can feel a trail of goosebumps cascade from my touch. Both of her hands wrap around my neck and her legs part, inviting me in. “Do you want me to show you more?”

“Ok.”

My hand slithers farther up her shirt, beneath her bra, cupping one of her breasts. Small, but perky. I begin rolling her nipple between my fingers as she grinds herself against me. She fucking wants me so bad. I can probably make her come with her clothes still on. I press my cock into her, grinding back.

“Lars,” she whispers, “can I touch you?”

“Hell yes, you can.” Is that even a question? She’s making this easier than I thought she would.

Arching my back, I reach between us and pop the button on my jeans and slide her hand down my pants. Her dainty fingers shiver as she wraps them around my cock. I slide my hand down her leggings and, to my surprise, she’s completely bare, and as I suspected, her pussy is soaking wet. My fingers circle around her clit and she lets out a subtle moan, curving her back and forcing herself into me. She’s a horny little thing.

“Let’s get this stuff out of the way.” I sit up and tear off my shirt, tossing it to the floor. She looks up at me with doe eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth. Shit, she looks pretty fucking sexy right now. Who would have thought?

I give the bottom of her shirt a tug and she sits up, allowing me to take it off. Then she unclasps her bra and lets it fall between us. “Fuck,” I mumble as I take in the view. Her pink buds are sticking out, hard and hungry. “You sure you want this?”

She nods, so I take my pants off, followed by hers. I can feel her body tremble as my fingers skate down her stomach to her open legs. I trail my index finger up and down her pussy. “Have you ever been fingered before?”

She nods her head, yes.

My eyes widen. Something ticks inside of me. “You have? Who’s touched you?” My words come out much harsher than I planned.

Her cheeks flush, and she pinches her eyes shut. “Just by myself.”

My body relaxes. “Damn, that’s hot.” I enter her slowly. Little by little, until my finger is all the way in. I slide it out just as slowly. Then back in. “Does that hurt?”

“No.”

Dropping my head down, I drag my teeth over her collarbone. “Do you want more?”

“Ok.”

A girl of few words, but I can guarantee she knows exactly what she wants. I slide another finger in and I can feel her stretch around me. She’s so fucking tight. Picking up my speed, I pump faster, and she lets out a whimper. I lean forward and look at her. “Still ok?”

Her eyes are still pinched shut as she chews on her bottom lip. “Mmmhm.” Maybe she’s lying. Or maybe looking at me will remind her that she’s making a big ass mistake letting me touch her.

“Can I put my dick inside you?” Man, that sounded so fucking terrible. Not at all how I wanted it to.

Her eyes shoot open. “I…I don’t know, Lars. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that.”

I raise a brow. “How about just the tip? I’ll stop if it hurts.” It’s a lie, really. Once she gets a little, she’ll want it all.

She hesitates for a bit. Breaking eye contact and glancing over my shoulder. “What if someone comes in?”

My fingers pump inside of her, and I can feel her swell around them. “I locked the door. No one is coming in here.”

More hesitation.

“Ok. But just for a second.”

Damn. I didn’t think she’d agree this easily. Now that she has, my heart is fucking pounding in my chest. It’s not the first time I’ve taken a girl’s virginity. I have no idea why I suddenly feel like I shouldn’t do this. She’s so soft and timid. Moral and kind. But, I barely know the girl. I have no emotional attachment to her. Why the hell am I doubting myself?

“Lars?” She grabs my attention. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”

Just fucking do it, dumbass. She’s ready and willing. Wet and waiting.

Fuck.

Before I can even make a decision, her hand stretches down between us. She takes my cock in her hand and lines it up with her entrance. Her hips raise, practically begging for it. So, I give her what she wants.

My head slides in and her hands slap my shoulders. Her fingertips digging into my skin. “You ok?” I ask, again.

She nods, so I push in more. Giving her the shallow part of my cock. She moans in pleasure as she bucks her hips up, forcing more of me inside her. I begin sliding in and out. “You’re so damn tight.” Without meaning to, I look into her eyes. She looks right back at me. Full of wonder for the future and what this means for us. What this means for her. That’s what I see. Those are the questions I imagine are running rampant through her head.

Nothing. We have no future. When I’m done here, I’m taking her home and I’ll probably never talk to her