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“I won’t,” I promise.

“I’ve never been with a woman before,” he whispers in my ear and I gasp. Surely, that can’t be true.

“Ever?”

“Never. You are going to be my first and last, Tymber. Are you ready for that?”

“How is that possible?” I ask incredulously.

“I was waiting for the one.”

“And I’m the one?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation. Should I believe him? I decide to. Guys don’t say shit like that right? I turn my head and my lips find his ears.

“I’ve never been with a man before,” I say.

“Jesus. I am going to destroy you,” he responds.

“Promise?”

“Absolutely. Let’s get out of here. Do you want to follow me to my place?”

“I took an Uber.” Is it weird that I am not nervous in the slightest?

“Even better,” he says taking his wallet out and dropping a twenty on the bar. I grab my purse just as he grabs my hand again. I hop down from the barstool. He all but drags me out of the bar. He opens the passenger door of an extremely fancy SUV. Before I get in, I screw up the courage and kiss him. I moan into his mouth as our tongues touch. Oh. My. God. I could combust right here. I have no idea how long we kiss for, but eventually, he pulls away from me and walks around the car in order to climb into the driver’s seat. I buckle up before he starts the car. When he does so, I am greeted with Blake Shelton’s “God Gave Me You” and I know we are soulmates. Before I know it, we pull up to a fancy apartment building downtown.

“You live here?”

“Yes. For about six years now.”

“Awesome,” I say.

He pulls his car down into an underground parking garage and we take the elevator up to the penthouse. He kisses me the entire time. The doors open into his living room. I kick my boots off, the entire time we are kissing like it’s suddenly illegal.

“Are you sure you want to do this,” he asks.

“Fuck yes.” I don’t need rose petals and Kenny G, but losing it to a man I love isn’t too much to ask, is it? I always thought I was waiting for marriage, but that is just unrealistic in this day and age. No man is going to get married without testing out the merchandise first. I wouldn’t want to be saddled with a man I have no chemistry with for the next fifty plus years, but I do want my first time to be something that I remember for the rest of my life. The spark between us is enough to set the world on fire.

“Tymber,” he says, his voice is full of lust.

“Hayden.” I don’t know why I do it, but I pull my dress over my head to show him just how much I want this. How much I want him. I wait with baited breath while he looks over my body. He sucks in a breath. My boobs are perky, almost too perky. I never wear a bra unless I have to, and since this was a long sleeve dress, I didn’t need to. I pull my black panties off and stand naked before him. His eyes widen.

“Holy shit. You are gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” I say unbuttoning his white dress shirt and tossing it to the ground. He pulls off his undershirt and kicks his shoes off along with his socks. I fumble with his belt, but I finally get it open, letting his pants fall to the ground. He’s not wearing any boxers or anything, so his hard cock stands straight up and my mouth waters. I lick my lips while I stare at him. Holy fuck. He’s huge. I’ve never seen anything like it, even in porn.

He’s gotta be at least ten inches, maybe more. It’s thick and there’s precum beading at the tip. I tentatively reach out and touch him. He shudders under my hand. I wrap my fist around him and pump it a few times before dropping to my knees in front of him.

“You don’t have to do this, love,” he says. I look up at him and smile.

“But I want to. I need to,” I say before pulling him into my mouth. I’ve never done this before, but his groan tells me that I’m doing something right. His precum hits my taste buds and it’s amazing. I can’t get enough of him. I call upon every blow job scene in my favorite books. I want this to be good for him. I want him to want more from me. I suck him into the back of my throat before backing off. Over and over I do this. His hands grip my hair, hard. He’s pulling me in the way he wants. Like a puppeteer, I do what he wants.


Tags: M.K. Moore Romance