Total pages in book: 180
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 179189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 896(@200wpm)___ 717(@250wpm)___ 597(@300wpm)
My brain is still overloaded from all the pent-up rage. Even this bottle of whiskey isn’t enough to cull my need for a release. The only other option I can think of is having wild, unbridled sex.
That or a good jerk off.
So I rip down my zipper and take out my cock to play with it.
Anything to let off the steam.
Plus, my cock quickly stiffens from all those dirty pictures Hailey sent me.
Right when I’m rubbing myself and getting hot and bothered, another buzzing interrupts my business.
It’s Hailey … and this time, she sent a picture of her pussy being pleasured by her pink rabbit.
God-fucking-dammit.
Fuck that.
I pull out the camera app and make a picture of my hard cock, held at the base, pre-cum dripping down the tip. Then I send it to her.
It’s already too late to change my mind.
My cock is on her fucking phone now.
Hailey: Wow … I wasn’t expecting you to actually send anything back.
Thomas: That’s what you get for being such a fucking tease.
Hailey: Looks appetizing.
Thomas: Come over then and have a taste.
It takes her a while to respond.
Maybe it’s because she didn’t expect me to invite her over, either.
Quite frankly, I don’t even know why I invited her.
But I did.
I don’t fucking care about the consequences anymore.
Natalie, the school, and everyone else can suck my dick.
Including Hailey.
If it gets me fired, so be it. At least, I’ll finally be able to touch that sweet ass pussy again … because, fuck me, now that I’ve had a taste of what she can offer, I think I’m addicted.
Hailey: You don’t mean that.
Thomas: Yes, I do. Come over here. Now.
Hailey: You said we were over.
Thomas: And now, I’m saying you need to be here, in my bed, naked.
Hailey: What if I don’t want to?
Thomas: You know you do. Why else did you keep sending me pics?
Hailey: And what if I do? Doesn’t mean I’ll be at your place anytime soon.
Thomas: You will … after vexing me for so long. You have no other choice.
Hailey: Really? Since when are you the boss of me?
Thomas: Since you kept provoking me. You pushed me too far now. I’m done playing this game. You come over here right now, so I can thoroughly spank your ass and then fuck that filthy mouth of yours.
Hailey: Interesting … But what happens if I don’t show up?
Thomas: You know exactly what will happen if you don’t show up.
She doesn’t respond, but I know I have her.
She can’t say no. Neither can I.
And within thirty minutes, she’s proven me right.
A knock on the door is all I need. I’d already unlocked and opened the door slightly the moment I got off the phone.
“Come in,” I say with that low voice I know she likes.
I turn my head when I hear the door creak and spot her standing in my doorway in a tight, black leather dress and matching heels.
With a smirk on my face, I watch her lips part, and I growl, “Lock the door. I’m going to do bad things to you …”
Chapter 14
Hailey
I knew it was a bad idea the moment I stepped into his home, but I can’t say no to it either.
I need this. I want this. Badly.
Even if it’s bad for me.
Even if it’s wrong.
When is anything good ever right?
Especially when it’s standing in front of a window, half-naked.
When he turns his body toward me, and my gaze lands on his huge, erect cock, I’m sold.
Good god.
He’s like a fucking stallion.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him naked … and boy, do I like it.
It’s one of the few times I’ve ever seen any man naked, for that matter, but he trumps them all.
He doesn’t seem the least bit surprised by my dropped jaw, or the flush that stains my cheeks as I try to hide the fact that I’m so totally turned on right now.
“You’ve been very, very naughty, Hailey.” His voice is so gravelly, it makes my legs quiver. Fuck. Me.
“I told you not to make me angry,” he continues. “And still you kept sending those pictures.”
“But it worked,” I say.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, do you?” He cracks his knuckles.
I swallow away the lump in my throat. “I think I can see …” I point at his cock, which bobs up and down from my attention, making my mouth water.
“Yes, you can …” He slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his muscled pecs. “I never undress for a girl, but for you, I will.” It sounds like a good thing until he opens his mouth again. “Because you’ve royally pissed me off.”
“Sorry,” I say.
“Don’t. I know why you did it. You wanted me to regret my decision.”
“Do you?” I ask.
He narrows his eyes as he reaches the bottom of his shirt, his fingers briefly just below his navel. “Isn’t it obvious?”