Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
“I’m not done,” she snaps, “you left our children to come here because I didn’t answer my phone?”
“That’s exactly what I’m doin’ here.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
Her pathetic attempt to shove me off only makes me wilder. Bringing my hand up, I curl it gently around her throat, causing her to gasp, but she’s not afraid of me. No. She fucking loves it when I do this.
“You’re mine,” I hiss, my breath tickling her face. “I call, you don’t answer, I assume you’re in trouble.”
“My phone was on silent in my bag,” she whispers, licking her lower lip.
“I call,” I growl. “You answer.”
“You’re acting crazy.”
“Yet if I put my fingers in your panties right now, they’d be coated with your sweet arousal.”
Her cheeks flush.
She’s drunk, and fuck she’s pretty when she’s buzzed.
“I was just enjoying myself with friends.”
A low growl.
“I am perfectly safe.”
Another growl.
My free hand slides down her belly, dipping into her shorts until I feel her warm, sweet cunt against my fingers. As predicted, she’s wet.
“You’re mine,” I murmur as she gasps.
“I know.”
I find her clit and flick it, my dick hardening over the way she moans.
“Do you know what I’d do if somethin’ happened to you?”
Her eyes meet mine. “I know.”
“You’re the only thing that keeps me sane, baby. The only fuckin’ thing.”
She pushes her mouth against mine, cutting me off. She tastes as sweet as I knew she would, and, with a growl, I release her throat and hook my arm around her waist, hauling her to me. Crushing her body against mine, I kiss her with a ferocity I know she loves. Fingers tangled in my hair, she grinds her pussy against my fingers, still in her panties.
I know when she orgasms, because she shudders against me, her little moans of pleasure humming through my mouth.
I need her.
Fuck I need her.
Releasing her pussy, I have her shorts down before she has the chance to say another word. Then, I spin her around and make her place her hands against the brick wall as I expose her perfect backside to me. I slap it, hard, and she cries out as I know the sting radiates through her flesh. I give her another whack for good measure, then I release my cock. I already prepared for this moment, making sure there isn’t a single spike that needs removing.
I don’t want to wait.
Pushing my dick against her entrance, I slowly sink into her. Growling, I shiver at the sensation of her wet pussy gripping my cock as I slowly fill her. I could live every single day of my life just doing this with her, and I’d be a happy fucking man. Not a single thing in this world could ever make me feel the way she does. Her fucking soul consumes me every single time I’m near her.
When she moans, I feel it radiate through my dick.
I twitch inside her, then I’m fucking her, hard and raw, against the wall, relishing in the moans of pleasure that are ripped from her throat. It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard, and it takes all my control not to find my release, just because it feels so damned good. My body slams against hers, and I can feel the moment she orgasms because she tightens around me, gripping my dick like a vice. I cum only seconds later, growling as I release inside her.
Before I let her go, I give her bottom one last slap, watching the way her cheek jiggles.
Fuck.
Spinning her around as my cock slips out of her, I bring her to me. “I’m not fuckin’ done with you.”
Her eyes widen and her lips part.
But she doesn’t argue.
She knows better.
4 – Ciara
His hard body is on top of mine as I stare up at him, both of us slick with sweat after sex that was utterly mind blowing. The moment we got back to my room, he had me against the wall, my legs around his waist, his cock deep inside me once more. His need for me is terrifying, and yet I can’t get enough of it.
Once he finished with me against the wall, we fell onto my bed and the kissing started. Before long, we were fucking again.
He hasn’t fucked me like this for so long, I wondered if he still had it in him.
I won’t lie, though, it does worry me.
Everything about him is worrying me right now.
“As much as I love having you here,” I say, reaching up and swiping a sweaty piece of blond hair from his forehead, “I am worried about you.”
I hook my legs around his hips so he can’t escape, because I know he’ll try. His cock is still inside me, and I can feel the warm liquid trailing out and onto my bedsheets. I make a mental note to wash those myself before I leave.