Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
She didn’t even need to answer, it only took him a few seconds to figure it out on his own.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his jaw going rock solid. He drew in one long inhale, then another.
“Dead douchebags aren’t allowed in this room right now.”
He closed his eyes and muttered another, “Fuck.”
He dug his elbows back into the mattress and used both hands to brush her hair away from her face as he stared down at her. She noticed when his eyes flicked briefly to the scar at her temple before they landed on her lips for a second, then he met her eyes again.
“Eleven more orgasms might take a while,” he said seriously.
“I have faith in you.”
“Least someone does,” he whispered.
“Wait a sec… Eleven more? No, twelve! You’re not cheating me out of an orgasm.”
His jaw softened and he shook his head slightly. “Then let’s bang some of them out, buttercup.”
“Oh yes, let’s.”
And that’s what they did. He managed to give her two on her back before rolling them both until she was on top. She straddled him, his cock as deep as it could get, and stared down at him.
He was so fucking beautiful, but it was his eyes that made her heart swell. They could say so much without him even speaking a word. She could read it in his face that he’d wanted this almost for as long as she had. This was not how he looked when he was bending a sweet butt over a bus bench or a picnic table or even The Barn’s bar. He looked at her differently.
If she didn’t know better, she’d think it was a mix of respect and awe. She was glad he respected her, which is why he held out from fucking her at first. But the second one… The awe part she didn’t understand.
She also didn’t understand how he didn’t turn out to be some lunatic with how he was raised. If anyone knew psychos, it was her. Billy Warren had used his fake and practiced charm to draw her in and once he got his claws in her, he showed his true self. His monster was released.
It reminded her of being coaxed into a trap and, once you were lured in and the trap snapped shut, it was about impossible to get free.
Death was one way. And she’d come close to it twice.
But right now she was very much alive, and Rev had just given her one awesome orgasm with his mouth and two more with his very awesome cock, proving he was no selfish asshole like the dead douchebag.
Only ten orgasms to go.
“Why you smilin’ like that?”
“Maybe it’s because you have a nice cock.”
His lips twitched slightly. “You seen it before.”
“Too many times to count, but seeing it and experiencing it are two different things. I’m lucky…”
“Ain’t you that’s lucky, babe.”
She sat still, loving the satisfying stretch and the occasional impatient flex of his cock inside her. “I don’t know,” she murmured, “I’m thinking I got the better end of this pact.”
“Then you’re seein’ it through the wrong eyes. Should see what I’m lookin’ at.”
That was the kind of stuff the dead douchebag would say to make her think he cared when he didn’t. It was all an act. A way to suck her in and put his foot in the door, and for her to let her guard down. In reality, he only cared about himself and draining her accounts dry. He was an expert at fleecing women and then abusing them when they didn’t cooperate. Something she didn’t know until she found out firsthand.
But Rev had no reason to lie. He’d worked with her for a year, he knew what she went through, he was there the last time Billy tried to kill her. And he knew only one word from her after this could risk his life and everything he had.
He meant what he said. While she needed to resist falling from lust into something deeper with him, his words still made her feel very wanted and more than worthy.
“Where have you been hiding, Rev?” she whispered.
He frowned. “What d’you mean? Hidin’ what? My scars?”
“No.”
“My past?”
“No.”
“Then what?”
“That little bit of sweetness you keep sprinkling on me like powdered sugar.”
“Christ,” he muttered, but the corners of his eyes crinkled like he was fighting a smile or an annoyed grimace. “Ain’t sweet. Now, you gonna ride my cock so we can scratch that off your fuckin’ list?”
“Can I twist your nipples now?”
“Don’t do it ’til you’re ready for me to blow.”
“Got it. They’re like launch buttons.”
“Woman…” He grabbed her hips and his whole body shook beneath her, which meant his cock vibrated inside her, almost pulling a groan from her.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, all right. I’ll fuck you if I must.” She pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and bemoaned, “Such a freaking chore!”