A Model Romance (True Love Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    “You’re really pretty.”
    Uh-oh, he’s talking now; I should pay attention. He does have a gorgeous body, and he looks sweet. He’s grinning like a teenager.
    “I’ve never been with someone who looks like you before. I mean, I’ve been with pretty girls, but you’re… perfect .” The dreaded word models hear, but can never live up to.
    He softly strokes my hair and then my cheek. Damn! This is not how this is supposed to go. I thought I’d come in here and we’d have each other’s clothes off in a matter of seconds and be banging like beasts by now. Tenderness is not on the table. I try my best to change the tone.
    “ This is perfect,” I say as I caress his chest with the palms of my hands, slowly traveling to his waistband. I grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up over his head. I swallow at the sight of him. Not a hair on him, anywhere, and he’s beyond chiseled. “See? I was right. Perfect,” I say as I place my lips on his chest. I roam over to his nipple, and tease it with a bite. His whole body shudders. I clamp my mouth down over it, as my tongue vigorously licks him. I feel the erection in his pants move.
    “It’s been a while for me, Becca, let’s take it slowly,” he says, while taking a step back and a deep breath. “I’m around a bunch of guys all day, so I feel like a kid in a candy store. May I?” he asks, holding the bottom of my blouse. This is going to take all night if we continue at this pace. It’s been a long time for me, too, and I just want to feel him. I nod, and raise my arms to help. He gets that lustful teenager look again, and I can’t help but feel flattered.
    He removes the rest of my clothing slowly, one piece at a time, but he still hasn’t touched me. I help him out of his pants, and try to guide him over to the bed.
    “I like you, Becca, I really do. I’ve been so excited waiting for today to come. Were you?” I feel like I should be scribbling my answer down on a note, folding it like origami, and sending it up the row in English class. That’s how young and naïve he seems.
    “I have been excited, Justin, in more ways than one.” I use that as my opener: that I’m horny and I need to feel him soon or explode. I take his hand, and I place it on my naked breast. He trembles, and his face looks darker. His eyes are shadowed, and his breath hitches. Good, we’re on the right path. Using his hand, I squeeze my breast and throw back my head and moan. This revs the engine a little more. He responds, and grabs my other breast and begins to fondle both of them roughly. His hands are calloused, and it’s a turn-on. One hand goes to my face, and the other hand moves down to my heated crotch. He grabs my pussy and slips a finger in before I even realize. The action makes me clench around his finger, and I cry out. I need him inside me.
    I gently push him back against the bed, and he falls in taking me with him. I land on top of him, and his erection. I start to kiss him deeply, and he kisses me back. I won’t deny the chemistry; this bed could spontaneously combust right out from under us. I wiggle my body to lie atop his dick, and he pauses.
    “Hang on a sec,” he says as he opens the side table drawer and produces a condom. Whoops. I wasn’t even thinking about birth control or safe sex, where is my head? He hands it to me. Shit, I don’t even know if I can remember the way these things go on. I open the package while watching his dick pulsate waiting impatiently, waiting for me. Third try, I get it on right. I’m so glad he was able to keep himself hard during that process, it was a little embarrassing.
    I climb on top of him, and he locates my warm entrance with his dick. He slips the head in, and I can’t wait any longer. I slam my body down hard so it slips in all the way to his balls. I squeeze, and it feels so damned good. I hold him for the briefest of moments, before I really begin to ride it. I grab the headboard above his head and