Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 575(@200wpm)___ 460(@250wpm)___ 383(@300wpm)
“Good girl.” I release her throat and dip my fingers into her mouth. She clenches around my cock and I feel my balls stiffen. “You want more?”
She doesn’t answer, so I slow my thrusts. A second of her eyes on mine, never leaving each other as if every primal part of us is deep-rooted within each other.
“Keaton!” she argues softly, and a light blush spreads over her face.
“Use your fucking words, Cartier. Use them. What do you want?” I lay my arm over her lower belly to hold her in place as I continue to push inside of her.
“I want to come.”
“Yeah? Where?” I lick my lips as sweat rolls down my forehead. The restraint of wanting to leave bruises over her perfect skin slowly wanes the longer I’m inside her.
“On your dick.” My mind short circuits. I take hold of the front of her throat again and direct her up, dropping us to the floor until she’s straddling me again. This time she sits up, looking down at me with fire burning behind her blue flames. I slap her hard against her ass cheek and squeeze. “Then fuck it until you break it.” Sweat slides down her slick skin, over her little belly button, and the curve lines of her abs. She rolls over me expertly, as if she’s been riding dick for years.
“Fuck.” I squeeze her hips so hard I know they’ll bruise. Good. Her thighs tense around my waist again.
“Shit—” she breathes, leaning down and bringing her lips to mine. “I’m—”
I suck her earlobe into my mouth and whisper, “Come for me like a good little girl.” Her muscles release, and her body jolts on top of me as her eyes stay on mine. I ride it out, watching as her eyes widen and her mouth forms an O. Hot liquid pools between us as she falls apart on top of me.
I lift her up like a doll and direct her down, tucking her hair behind her ear. I can see she’s tired. “Gonna have to work on that stamina, baby.” Her eyes light up when her petite hand comes to my cock. Her fingers don’t touch each other when she glides the head over her lips.
“Blood?”
“Mmhmm.” I tuck her hair behind her ear again. “You look really good in red.”
Her mouth curves before she slides me into the warmth of it, watching me for cues. She’s a fucking natural.
“Fuck!” My hand is in her hair, gently massaging her scalp. That was a fluke. “Good. You—” She swallows me whole, and I watch as every inch of my length disappears down her throat. She bats her lashes up at me, flicking her tongue over my crown and sucking her way back up.
I loop her hair around my wrist and yank her head up until I rest on her mouth. “What the fuck is that? You lie to me?”
“No, you fucking idiot. Now lie down and shut up.” Fuck. She’s gonna be a problem. Warmth cloaks me again and all thoughts fly out of my mind. She moves over my length, sucking and teasing until I feel myself build. She pumps me with her hand and sucks one of my balls into her mouth, flicking her tongue over and I lose it. Hot cum shoots out and spills over her face as she licks up every single drop like it’s fucking dessert.
She swipes my cum off her cheek and sucks it into her mouth. “We taste good.”
I laugh, and watch as she rolls to the side, grabbing my hoodie to throw over her head. “Pretty sure Kyrin is going to kill us both if he comes down here and sees this.”
I reach for her aimlessly and catch the sleeve of the hoodie, stopping her in her tracks. “I’m serious, Cartier. He’s not playing this time. You definitely won’t be riding in Mayhem.”
Her smile falls, and sadness sweeps over her face. “I know. But I’ll keep myself busy.” I stand to my feet, shoving my jeans back on. She tilts her head and bats her lashes up at me, tapping my chest with her tiny fist. “You don’t need to underestimate me. I can take care of myself.”
I grin down at her, pulling her into my body from her ass. “Happy birthday, Tigger.”
She swipes up her leather skirt, smiling at me from over her shoulder. “Thanks for the gift.”
The morning sun burns a fire in my room as my eyes crack open, my arm covering my forehead. My muscles throb as if I did a full day, all over body workout. Oops. I fucked Keaton last night—or he fucked me—and now I have to cover up the bruises on my throat and legs before I can sweet talk my psycho brother to not send me away to some secret society nunnery in the ass crack of nowhere just because he can’t handle the fact that his little sister is having sex. And partying.