Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149137 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
It was pure torture and it was right there on the tip of his tongue to command her again. He could reach out and wrap his hands in all that hair of hers, tangling it in his fingers and taking control of her. He could force his dick into her mouth and throat fuck her until he came hard, never letting up until she’d swallowed him dry. Then he would wash himself and tell her to get out. If she wanted to get clean, she could do it in her shower. He’d tell her he was done with her and go to bed early, avoiding her the rest of the day.
Except he simply stared down at her, watching as she worshipped his cock, lavishing him not with some lusty manipulation, but with sweet affection. She pressed kisses along his stalk as her small hand reached up and cupped his balls. After she kissed his length, her tongue finally made an appearance and he groaned at the feel. Heat pulsed through his system. He stared down, watching as she took that first pass, her tongue lapping up the weeping arousal on the tip of his dick. She sighed as though she loved the taste.
Good. She was incredibly good at pulling him in, at making him believe she meant everything she said and did. He could almost believe she loved this, loved his cock, and everything she was offering him was truth.
Then she sucked him behind her lips and he didn’t give a fuck. Her tongue whirled around his cockhead, sucking lightly, and he couldn’t breathe. She’d barely started and he could feel the need to come pounding at him.
Her hands grazed up his legs as she held his cock deep in her mouth. This was what fucking Kayla was like. It was like she couldn’t get enough of him. She gave and gave until he rolled her over and pinned her down, forcing her to take her pleasure, too. His sexuality was complex and stained with what had happened, but he forgot everything when he was with her.
Why couldn’t she have been real?
His hands found her hair, but she was drawing all the anger out of him and leaving him with nothing but pleasure and this aching wish in his soul that today hadn’t happened, that this was some bad dream and he would wake up beside her and this time he wouldn’t go meet Tyler Williams. He would choose again. He would go to brunch and laugh with Jared and get lectured by her dads and he would eat carbs and kiss her madly even when everyone was looking.
He petted her hair as she sucked him, her mouth working him over. Somehow even as she took his cock deep, there was a sweetness to the act that had been absent with every woman before, a sense that this wasn’t some simple exchange, that this was connection.
A connection he would have to cut. A connection that had only ever gone one way.
He pulled on her hair because if she kept it up, he would come straight down her throat. That had been the plan, but then all his plans got blown up. He was an idiot and he had so little time left with her. He would give her up at the end. He would send her away, but not tonight. Not tonight.
“Get up.”
She sucked him one last time. “Josh, let me finish. I want to.”
She needed to learn to listen to him now that she was primarily his submissive. “And I told you to get up. The only reason I’m not spanking you is that I don’t trust myself not to hurt you. Turn around and put your hands on the tile and spread your legs.”
Her eyes flared. “Really?” She shook her head, beginning to turn. “I mean, yes. Yes, Joshua.”
She placed her hands flat on the tile and offered up her delicious body.
He was too hungry to play, too needy to tease. He moved in behind her, letting his dick play through her pussy. Wet. The woman always got so fucking wet for him. They’d tossed out the condoms when their blood work had come back clean. She was on long-term birth control.
Or she could be lying about that, too. She could try to keep her lifestyle that way, get him to knock her up. He should get a condom, but his cock was already thrusting inside.
If he did get her pregnant, he wouldn’t be able to kick her out. He would be caught.
He thrust deep inside, forgetting about everything but how tight she was around him, how silky smooth the glide was as she accommodated him. He held her hips as he moved in and out. Every muscle ached, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was where they connected, his hands on her hips, his cock deep inside. He was alive there. The rest could rot for all he cared. This was where he lived.