Total pages in book: 200
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 760(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
“The rubber,” he reminded me before pulling his fingers out of me and ripping open his belt. “You’re getting fucked with or without it, Braxton. It’s your choice.”
I shivered at the idea of feeling him hard and raw inside of me, but there was just one problem.
I didn’t trust him.
Reaching behind him, I quickly found the condom while he undid his jeans and released his hard dick. He was so long and thick that my breath caught in my throat. Angry veins traveled from the bulbous head down his shaft until reaching the fabric of his black boxers. I was too busy marveling over his cock to notice when he took the condom from me. Once his gorgeous dick was wrapped in latex, he crowded me against the bus.
We’d gone too far to turn back now.
Lifting my right leg into the crook of his arm, he brought the head of his cock to my entrance before meeting my gaze. “I want you to know this isn’t personal.” Kissing my lips, he whispered against them, “It’s just business.”
I tossed away his words before I could even consider them. I was too enthralled by the feeling of him slowly pushing inside of me. He took his time, making sure I was aware of every generous inch. We savored it. Our first and last time together.
Even with my arousal, I hadn’t been fucked in years. My soft moans turned into a cry of pain when he finally reached the hilt. He filled me so completely I couldn’t think of anything but him. And when he started to move…
I didn’t feel cherished or loved.
I was something else.
Tainted.
Wild.
Free.
Feeling a grateful sob in my throat, I held onto Houston as if I were hanging from a cliff.
“Jesus, Brax,” he croaked in my ear. “Never had…this good.” He paused his hammering to push deeper inside, making me choke on my next breath. “Fuck.”
Shoving my tank and bra up my chest until my tits were free, his eyes and lips feasted. When he moved his hungry lips to my neck, I tilted my head to make room for him. Houston bit, licked, and sucked until I was sure my skin was bruised.
I didn’t care.
There was nothing else I wanted more than to let him have his way.
I could already feel that familiar itch creeping from the shadows. I already wanted more, and we weren’t even done.
A smile spread my lips as Houston fucked me harder.
Faster.
My breasts bounced in time with his wild thrusts as his belt buckle slapped my stomach. I welcomed the pain as much as the pleasure. His grunts and groans came more often, his movements more desperate, as his orgasm rose. Never one to do anything half-cocked, Houston’s hand pushed between us, seeking out my clit.
“Don’t think you’re not going to come for me, Fawn.”
Holding my gaze, he fucked me hard against the side of the bus. We both accepted that at any moment, someone could turn the corner and see what we were up to. Loren and Rich had gone to get us food and would be back any minute.
What would they do if we were caught? Would they demand a turn? Houston grunted when my pussy contracted excitedly around his dick.
If they did, I’d give it to them.
I’d let Houston, Loren, and Jericho fuck me as if it were their right.
“Right fucking now, Braxton. Come on my dick.” Rotating his hips and hitting a spot I didn’t know I had, that was precisely what I did. I came all over his fat cock.
Even with all the blood rushing inside me, filling my heart, ears, and pussy, I could hear the approaching footsteps and voices in the distance growing louder. Another minute or two, and we wouldn’t be alone.
Hearing them, too, Houston began to pull away.
“No,” I moaned, grabbing the back of his shirt and keeping him inside of me. “I don’t care if we get caught. Don’t stop.”
He stared at me as he debated the consequences before giving in like I knew he would. Lifting my left leg over his arm, I was suspended in the air now. Houston then filled both of his hands with my ass and began pounding my pussy to a pulp. Mouth falling open from shock, I clutched his T-shirt tighter as I let him have his way with me.
“Why can’t you just do what you’re told?” he demanded. I could feel his frustration as he continued to fuck me. He didn’t like that I’d made him so powerless.
Knowing that Houston’s questions were never rhetorical, I tried to answer, but I couldn’t manage anything more than choked cries as I clung to him helplessly. Those desperate sounds mixed with the ones our sweaty skin slapping together made as they filled the air. And when I came a second time, it was a thousand times more intense because Houston joined me with a harsh grunt.