Forbidden Bride - Penny Wylder Page 0,22

memory of her perfect body and the sounds she made, and every time I remember sinking into that perfect pussy I’m hard instantly. And this moment is no exception.

Nicola is everything. The fact that she actually waited for me, and I was the first man—the only man—to ever feel her brings me to my knees. Her pleasure is so honest and beautiful, and her pussy feels like white-hot heaven. I’m a fucking idiot for ever waiting to be with her. But I have to live with that. I had my reasons for leaving, and I needed that time to get over myself even if I’ll always regret the lost time.

The memory of Nicola coming on my cock, head thrown back and eyes closed, has me reaching under the covers. But there might be a better way to do this. It’s Saturday, and Nicola might not be doing anything this morning. I’m sure that we can find some excuse to spend the day together. And if we’re together, I’m tasting her again. I’m fully addicted and don’t mind admitting it.

I reach over and grab my cell phone, finding the chain of text messages from the past couple days. It’s still early, but I can’t wait to talk to her. If she answers me.

Hey beautiful. You awake yet?

It’s only a couple minutes before I see the typing symbol and my heart leaps in my chest like a goddamn teenager.

I am now, but I don’t mind.

She sends a laughing emoji too.

Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sorry if I woke you.

An immediate response.

If I’d stayed over, I’m guessing that you would have woken me up a different way.

Fuck. I want that. I want her here next to me where I can do exactly what she’s talking about. The idea of waking Nicola up by having my head between her legs is incredibly hot.

Yes, I would have.

What would you have done?

The question stops me in my tracks for a second.

Nicola Thompson, are you flirting with me?

Maybe.

This is the Nicola I remember. Funny and flirty and perfectly at ease no matter what she’s doing.

You’d already have been halfway to coming all over my tongue by the time you were fully awake.

Mmm. That sounds nice.

A moment, and then,

I’m still wearing your hoodie. It smells like you.

I can’t keep my hands off my cock. It’s straining against my boxers and if I don’t touch it, it feels like it might fall off. Shoving down the boxers so I can reach, I stroke myself, imagining Nicola in just my hoodie and nothing else, smiling up at me while she touches that perfect pink pussy.

I manage to type out a text one-handed.

Hell. I was trying to turn you on and you’re doing it to me.

I would hope so. That was the goal.

Fuck. The feeling of my cock in my hand is so good. Partially because I know that it’s Nicola that’s causing this erection.

I had plans to make up a reason for us to spend the day together. So we could do this in person.

We can do that too, but in the meantime.

The phone suddenly vibrates in my hand, and Nicola’s name pops up on the screen. I answer it. “Hello, beautiful.”

“Hi.” Her voice is still hazy with sleep and that only makes me harder. “What are you doing?”

I groan into the phone. “I’m sure you can guess.”

A girlish giggle hits my ear. “Poor Dash. Too turned on to think.”

“When it comes to you? Of course.” Just her voice is bringing me closer, and I stroke myself faster. “Are you touching yourself?”

There’s a shy hesitation on the other end of the line, but a quiet answer. “Yes.”

“Fuck. Tell me what it feels like.”

I love the sound of her breath in my ear, and I’m determined to make it possible for us to wake up together soon. I don’t like doing this over the phone. “I woke up wet,” she says softly. “And I want you. I’m sore from getting fucked by your cock, and I still want more.”

“Jesus.” I know that’s she’s phrasing it like that to turn me on, and it’s working. I laugh softly. “For a recent virgin you’re good at the dirty talk.”

She laughs too, though her breath betrays her. She is touching herself. “I may have been a virgin until yesterday, but I’m not innocent. I watched enough porn to know things. And every time I imagined that it was me and you.”

I squeeze the base of my cock, trying to delay the inevitable, because my