Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“No more playing around. I mean it.”
TJ chuckled, digging his fingers into my ass and squeezing hard. I wanted him to bruise me. I wanted him to take me totally out of myself. I was tired of thinking, tired of being logical, tired of worrying about everyone around me. I just wanted to be fucked.
“Do you think you’re ready for all this?” he asked, pushing the tip of his cock against my hole.
“More than ready.”
He surged forward, and I stopped breathing, suddenly scared he really was going to tear me open. He took me seriously about not being gentle. He didn’t move fast, but he was relentless, driving deeper and deeper until he was all the way in. I felt truly split open like his dick was all the way up to my throat. My ass burned, and I wanted to fight, to push him away, but I also knew this was exactly what I needed.
“Your ass feels so fucking good,” he growled. I tried to move, but he held me there, impaled on him, until I was whining and struggling, desperate for something, relief, more, the painful friction that would make me come.
“Move, goddammit.”
The bastard laughed. “You’re so eager. I love it.”
“Fuck. Me. Right. Now.”
He grabbed hold of my hips, yanking me back. My hands slid down the wall as he pulled out. He drove into me so hard my head hit the door. If he hadn’t been holding on to me, I would’ve fallen to my knees.
“You want more?” he asked.
“You fucking know I do.”
“You might hate me, but you want my dick. You want to be stuffed full of me, don’t you?”
“I really do hate you.”
“Good. Because there’s nothing as sweet as a nice long hate fuck.”
He pulled out and drove in again. This time he didn’t pause; he kept fucking me rough and hard. I was going to be bruised and sore as hell later, but right then, I didn’t care. I tried to brace myself on the wall so I could push back against him. I needed everything he could give. I fought his hold, desperate to move my hips, and he fought just as hard to hold me still.
12
TJ
Rhys’s ass clinched tight around me. He was so hot inside I felt like he would burn me, but I wanted more. I wanted everything. I wanted to bury myself in him and spill my seed. I wanted to own him, to make sure he’d never forget how this felt.
I fucked him hard and fast. We were both slick with sweat. His hand slipped on the wall, and I pushed him forward until he was pressed against the rough wood. I wondered if he’d have splinters, but I didn’t really care. I kept taking him harder, driving into him like an animal.
He reached down, trying to get a hold of his dick, but I seized his wrist and pinned it to the wall.
“No. I want to see you come.”
“I… can’t…”
I forced myself to pull out, pinning him against the door with a hand in the middle of his back.
“You’re going to take off your boots and these goddamn pants and lie down on the floor for me. Then you’re going to spread your legs, and I’m going to fuck you and watch you come.”
“You’re insane.”
“You knew that already. You knew exactly how I was, but you came out onto the porch looking for me.”
“I didn’t know you were—”
“Shut up.” I wrapped a hand around his throat and squeezed. He fought me, but when I reached for his cock, it was as hard as ever. “I’m in control here. You want this. Give in to it. Let us both enjoy it.”
He nodded. When I let go of his throat, he coughed and rubbed it with his hand, but he didn’t complain.
I yanked a few horse blankets off a shelf and tossed them onto the floor.
Rhys stumbled toward them, sinking to his knees before doing what I said. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. He had a dark scar on his shoulder that had surely come from a bullet wound. It only made him sexier.
One of his boots didn’t want to come off, so I helped him, tugging on it until I freed his foot. I tossed it aside, and he used his feet to push his jeans off, then tumbled back, barely catching himself before his head hit the floor. He watched me, wide-eyed, as I stripped off my pants.
“Hold your legs up,” I ordered.
I knew I was out of control. The room was spinning. My head was all fogged up. All I could feel was the need in me—the need to come, the need to possess Rhys.
I’d left all rational thought behind like I did when I tracked and killed. I’d never let myself go to this extent when I was fucking, but with Rhys, I had no choice. He brought out the most primitive parts of me.