Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
His pace started to pick up until he was hammering me into the mattress over and over again. “You’re doing so good, baby. Taking every fucking inch of my cock your first time. More proof that you were made for me, just like I thought.”
He slid his hands under my butt and lifted me toward him on the next thrust, circling his hips to grind against my clit. My pussy clamped down hard around his dick, and I started to come again. “Yes! Oh, yes!”
“That’s it, Phoebe. Milk my come from my cock and take it all,” he grunted as his hard shaft twitched. Then he slammed deep, holding still with his dick anchored deep inside me while we came together.
It wasn’t until the shudders subsided and I caught my breath that I finally realized Silas had taken me bare. My head jerked back so I could stare at him with wide eyes as I gasped, “Crap, we didn’t use a condom.”
“I know, baby. But that’s okay because whatever happens, you’re mine.”
10
SILAS
I growled in annoyance at the sound of my phone ringing. Burying my face in the crook of Phoebe’s neck, I tightened my arms around her as I brought her naked body closer to mine.
I was going to let it go to voicemail when it occurred to me that the caller might have news on Phoebe’s stalker. Grunting in frustration, I reluctantly released her and rolled over to grab my cell off the nightstand.
Without looking at the caller ID, I swiped to answer and put the phone to my ear. “This better be fucking good,” I snapped.
Deacon snickered, "Did I disturb your dirty dreams about your girl?”
“Worse, asshole,” I snarled. “The real thing.”
Deacon laughed. “Wow, you didn’t waste any time, did you?”
I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it. “You’re one to talk.”
“That’s fair,” Deacon admitted with another chuckle.
“Did you call just to be an ass or do you have actual information for me?” I muttered.
Phoebe’s head popped up, and she twisted around to look at me over her shoulder. I mouthed, “Deacon,” and she immediately rolled over and sat up. I averted my eyes from her gorgeous breasts as the sheet fell to her waist. Now is not the time, Atwood.
“I’m sure you already guessed that the phone was a burner,” he started.
“Shit.” He was right. I wasn’t surprised, but that didn’t mean I wasn't irritated as shit.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist just yet,” he continued. “We got a ping on the location where it was used and went to check it out. At the time of the call, it was at or near a diner one town over from Phoebe’s apartment. I acquired the footage, and I’m emailing it to you now.”
“Since you haven’t given me a name, I assume it doesn’t reveal the identity of the bastard?”
“No, but there were a few people on cell phones within the radius of the camera at the right time. The place’s security is shit, but I wondered if Phoebe might recognize someone even though the images are pretty pixelated.”
“I’ll have her take a look and get back to you,” I replied.
“Hooyah,” Deacon granted before ending the call.
I’d scooted up to lean against the headboard, and when I set down my phone, Phoebe crawled up to sit next to me. Slipping my arm around her, I explained, “Deacon has some footage he wants you to look at. I don’t know if it will give us anything, but I think it’s worth a try.”
Phoebe’s expression turned hopeful, and she nodded. “Sure. Do you have it?”
I grabbed her around the waist with my other arm and dragged her onto my lap so she was straddling me. “Good morning,” I murmured.
Phoebe canted her head to the side and repeated, “Good morning.”
I crooked my finger, and she leaned in. Then I grabbed her chin between my fingers and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. When I let her up for air, she was flushed and dazed, making me grin.
“That’s how we start our mornings, baby. I don’t care what the fuck is happening around us.”
Her lips formed a dreamy smile, and her cheeks were painted pink. “I can get on board with that,” she sighed happily.
I jerked my chin to the left, indicating the little desk where I’d left my computer. “I’ll grab my laptop, and we can look at the footage.”
As she moved off my lap, my attention was stolen by the sway of her heavy tits, but I forced myself to focus on the situation at hand. I could feast on those later.
I padded over to the desk and picked up the computer. Then I looked around the floor until I spotted her tank top and quickly picked it up. I tossed it to her as I headed back to the bed. She caught it easily and raised her brow in question.