Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
On our third date, we’d gone to an adult store together. Before he’d moved in with me, we’d had a cabinet in the bathroom for massage oils, lubes, and toys.
Alfie had awakened something in me when we’d met. I’d gone from craving something I couldn’t put my finger on—as long as it was better than any lackluster experience I’d had in the past—to getting sucked into a life full of color, passion, all-consuming love, hunger, and excitement.
“I’d like to make a request.” He came up to me again, holding the toy aloft in his hand, and he pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Before you go savage on me again, I wanna take care of you. Worship every inch of your body—”
I grabbed him by the jaw and halted his seduction as the crushing defeat weighed heavier on me. My heart started pounding, and I didn’t know if he was my ally or my enemy in that moment.
I pushed back against the anxiousness and clenched my jaw. “Haven’t you ruined me enough?” I whispered.
Confusion and hurt flickered past in the briefest of seconds, before determination and sinful heat took over. “Not if I wanna even the score.”
I swallowed and released him. What did he mean— Was he implying that I had— I mean, did he honestly—
My brain was fried; I couldn’t complete a single sentence, and then it didn’t matter. Alfie kissed me again and dragged me toward the shower, his free hand wandering over my chest, down to my cock, up my sides… And I realized I’d been wrong earlier tonight. The pub hadn’t been the lion’s den.
This was, and I’d stumbled right in.
CHAPTER 12
Alfie Scott
“Don’t slow down,” he gritted out, his breathing labored. “You keep fucking yourself on that toy.”
Almost gagging around his cock, I pulled away and buried my face against his pelvis to catch my breath. Holy fuck, my lungs were burning. I gasped for air and coughed. The air was humid and smelled of my body wash, and the hot water pelted down on us.
“But yours is better,” I croaked.
He was clearly rock hard again; I’d just had him in my fucking throat, so why was I railing myself on a dildo attached to the wall when I could be getting it from West?
I mean, I enjoyed a good spit roast as much as the next guy, but as I’d already freaking told him, that was when I hadn’t gone without him for two years. And as much as I loved for him to fuck my throat raw, my ass’s needs were greater. Okay?
Beg him.
“Please—” I eased away from the dildo and plastered myself to West, arms around his neck, my mouth fused to his skin. I kissed every inch I could reach. “I need you, papi. Please fuck me. I only want your cock.”
Before he could respond, my mouth found his, and he rolled with the punches so quickly that I lost my grip on reality. I registered the way he clenched his jaw and how his grabby touches were laced with punishment, but I didn’t know what the result of my begging was going to be until I was suddenly pressed up against the wall and he was glued to my back.
I sucked in a breath that I almost choked on, and then I lost my ability to breathe altogether when he pushed his cock inside me from behind.
Mother of fucking horsecocks, you bastard!
He was punishing me.
It sent me in three separate directions, where one part of me was just greedy as fuck for his perfect cock, another part was so damn wounded that I wanted to cry, and the last… I gnashed my teeth together and screwed my eyes shut, and I met every thrust. I pushed back, I groaned, I cried out, I kept begging him, I took the pain, I fucking rolled around in it, because it set my pleasure on fire. Meanwhile, I was like…come fucking get it, papi. I saw a potential light at the end of the tunnel, and I wanted to reach for it. Our ties hadn’t been severed. They were just frayed and in need of mending.
He was going to be mine again, and I was ready to play dirty.
By dirty, I meant going back to acting like a husband. I was going to show him how things could be without my split personality and old insecurities burying me in order to fit in.
If tonight had shown me anything, it was that we weren’t over.
West yanked my lower half away from the wall, and he pounded into me with a tight grip on my hips. Until he let his right hand slip around me, and he grasped my cock.
My breathless moan echoed around us, and he cursed under his breath.
“Is this how it’s gonna be?” he panted. “You ask for something, and I come running to give it to you?”