Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 20854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 104(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Wait. Yes.
Yes, they are.
He makes a ragged sound, his erection surging up between my legs. “Please, girl, you’re going to make me come.”
Following the urges of my long-denied hormones, I shake my mounds at him and his hips start bouncing me up and down. As if involuntary. “Prove you want me,” I gasp.
“You will regret it,” he grits out, right in my face. “Can’t you see I’m a monster?”
He hates himself. That’s why he won’t let me love him.
“I won’t regret you.” I scrub my palms up and down his big, heaving chest. “Not ever.”
“I kill for a living, Fawn.”
That hits me like a blow to the stomach. I hate violence. I hate it more than anything in this world. Problems should be solved with reasonable words. Negotiations. But I can’t ignore the intuition that he doesn’t like violence, either. A man who has a thirst for murder doesn’t mend squirrel legs and clean up litter in the forest so the animals won’t choke on the plastic. “You’re going to stop for me.”
“I’m…” A shudder passes through him and he stops breathing. “I’m what?”
“You’re going to stop for me.”
As I say those words, the boat slides onto the shore. We’re no longer moving. I look behind me and spy a big, black vehicle waiting nearby. It’s obviously how they reached this point in the swamp before having to switch to the boat. “Fawn, I…don’t know how to do anything else. I’m not good for anything else.”
I take his hands and place them over my bare breasts, earning me another series of lap bounces. Another bear-like groan. “Take me somewhere alone,” I whisper against his chin. “Take what I’m offering a good man. A good man who doesn’t need a gun or his fists to be exactly what I need. If my words can’t convince you of what I see…that you’re a kind man on the inside…then maybe my body can.”
“Fuck,” Benny breathes, standing suddenly and climbing out of the boat with me in his arms, his balance pitching slightly. “I’m at the end of my rope. Have to get my cock inside you.” Turning his head, he pins the other man with a glare. “You stay out here and wait. If I see you anywhere near the car, you’ll regret it.”
Grim sighs and takes a seat on a log. “Lucky bastard.”
Without warning, my back hits the side of the black SUV. Benny’s keys come out, he presses a button and the door is wrenched open. I’m thrown down roughly onto the spacious backseat. Benny stands at the entrance, his blunt fingers fumbling with the fly of his pants, his eyes wild, zeroed in on my womanhood. “Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,” he says, a trickle of sweat going down the side of his face. “No way I’m going to fit in that tiny little thing.”
“The woman is the one who usually thinks that,” I whisper, shaken. It’s finally happening. Benny, my giant from the forest, is going to engage in the act of sex with me. Pleasure.
And then I see it.
His cock.
It’s…no, that can’t be right.
“M-maybe I was wrong,” I say, gulping. “Maybe it won’t go in.”
I’m dragged by the ankles to the edge of the seat. With shaking hands, he reaches up beneath my dress and wrenches the panties down my legs, dropping them onto the seat beside my hip. “I’ve never done this before, either, baby. But I know for a fact, I ain’t stopping now.” He leans in close to look at my flesh and groans, his hips ramming up against the edge of the seat, rocking the SUV. “Christ, no way I could.”
Shock blares through me. “It’s y-your first time, too.”
“Yes.” He rakes a hand through his hair, looking both starved and conflicted. “Yes. And I don’t understand the things I want to do. How can I want to give you pleasure and want to…to fuck you so brutally at the same time?”
“Do whatever feels right,” I urge him, breathless. “I promise to love it.”
A muscle pops in his jaw, his hands settling on my knees. Flexing. Hesitating. And then he jerks my legs open, spits on my sex and slaps at it, sharply. “You like that, horny girl?”
My world has tilted on its axis. One of my stories went like this. The male lover punishing his woman in all manner of sensual ways. It’s the story I read the most often. “Yes.”
“Good.” He settles his generous weight down on top of me, his stiffness parting my folds, sliding the trunk of his arousal up and back through my slickness, stimulating my clit. “Do whatever feels right? Fine. We’re not stopping until that pretty little thing is stretched around me tight and you’re crying up at Daddy for his come.”
I’m whimpering and struggling to breathe now. I thought I was prepared for this onslaught of passion, but my desire is nothing like the written words in the notebook. It’s real and it’s inside of me, screaming to run loose. My fingers are undoing the buttons that run down the front of my dress, wanting to be completely naked for him. Wanting to offer up everything I am. Everything I have. “I kept my virginity for you, Daddy. I was a good girl.”