Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79959 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“Why?” he repeated, shrugging a shoulder.
I let out a breath. “She screams,” I told him.
His eyes went to the floor, looking at his feet. “Mom screamed,” he told me.
“I know,” I said, nodding. I was the only one who did. Outside of Pops who was dead and didn't count. His mom screamed. So his father had to pay. Brutally.
“When you need me,” he said, slamming his hand down on my arm.
“Appreciate it,” I said, watching him lumber away.
I turned back toward the shed, going inside. I nodded at Cash who put the chair back on its feet and watched me. “Wanna go work off that extra energy with one of the bitches?” I asked, knowing that was his M.O. After a fight, he needed a fuck.
“Yeah,” he said, hitting my shoulder on his way to the door. “You good?”
“Oh, I'm gonna have some fun,” I said, smiling.
I woke up to Summer's tongue sliding over the head of my cock. My hand went down, moving her hair out of the way, holding it in my fist. Her eyes rose to mine. And fuck if she didn't fucking grin up at me then take me deep.
I let her suck me for a few minutes, the velvet wetness of her mouth the best way to wake up. Hearing her throaty moans as she worked me only served to make me harder.
My fist grabbed her hair and pulled it hard, making my cock slide out of her mouth. And there was that smile again.
“All fours.”
Her brows drew together. “Wha...”
“All fours,” I growled, knifing up, grabbing her, and throwing her down on the mattress. She hit with a grunt, then rose up on her hands and knees, laughing. I reached into the nightstand, rolling on a condom while I watched her perfect ass. “How far you want to take this?” I asked, squeezing her ass.
She flipped her hair, looking over her shoulder at me. “As far as I can handle,” she said simply.
And it was the fucking right thing to say.
She wanted it.
I gave it to her.
I spanked her ass until the pale cheeks turned an angry red and her body jerked with each slap. Then I buried my cock deep in her pussy, holding her hips, and not giving her a damn thing but the fullness. Not moving. Not letting her move. Until her pussy started clenching around me, trying to get some relief, until every breath she took was met with begging.
I only slammed into her twice before she came hard, her moan loud enough to wake the entire fucking compound.
I flipped her onto her back, dragging her to the edge of the bed, and pulling her legs up onto my shoulders. “Whose pussy is this?” I asked, lifting her hips upward and burying deep.
“Fuck,” she groaned, slamming her hands down on the bed as her back arched.
“Whose is it?” I demanded, thrusting forward hard again.
“Reign...” she tried, her cheeks getting pink. So I could spank her. I could say dirty shit to her. I just couldn't get her to dirty talk back.
Yeah, she was gonna have to fucking get over that.
“Tell me or you don't get to fucking come again,” I warned her, meaning it. “I mean it, Summer. I will fuck you to the cusp ten times in a row and not let you finish.” She made a unhappy choking noise. “Tell me.”
“It's yours.”
“That's not what I want to hear.”
She covered her face in her hands, her eyes closed tight. “It's your pussy, Reign,” she said, sounding horrified at her admission.
“Damn fucking right it is,” I agreed, fucking her fast. Not hard. Just fast. My hips slamming into her thighs faster than she could draw in breath to gasp.
She came hard, shooting up on the bed, flying at me, her hands grabbing onto my shoulder so hard she drew blood. And sending us falling off the side of the bed.
I grabbed her as we went down, holding her to my chest. I hit the ground with a grunt. Her face was buried in my neck, laughing.
“What?” I asked, swiping her hair out of my face.
She pushed up on my chest to look down at me, smiling. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to be getting sex-related injuries.”
I snorted, rolling my eyes. “We'll get there,” I said, patting her sore ass hard, making her jolt. “Got time. Got nothing better to do with it than throw you around my bed.” I pulled her down toward me, kissing her plump lips hard until she was writhing above me again. “Now be a good little slut and ride my cock, would you?”
She lifted her head and smiled down at me.
And then she rode my cock.
And she walked away with bruises on her neck and thighs to match the little cut on her face.
And she was pretty fuckin' happy about it.
Fuck me.
Twenty
Summer
“What do you mean you're leaving?” I asked. Okay. It was more like a screech, but I really just hated that I sounded so shrill.
But, the fact of the matter was, Reign started to mean something.
Not just because of the life changing, headboard breaking (literally, we broke the damn headboard) sex. Though I am not naive enough to not realize the sex was definitely a factor. But it was more than that.
It was that after our morning of sex, he brought me in the bathroom and cleaned the cut on my head. He slathered on triple antibiotic.
He kissed my forehead.
He kissed my forehead.
Then he took my hand and brought me down to the kitchen, scrambling up eggs and buttering toast and giving me coffee the way I liked it.
It was the fact that no matter what was going on at the compound, he came back up to the bed at night and made time to kiss me, to fuck me, to fall asleep next to me.
It was about how his arm automatically went around me when one of his men walked by.
It was the way he didn't coddle me, but still managed to be sweet.