Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108190 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
“I love you, Hot Ass.” I grab her butt and crush it, until she flinches in pain, and release slowly, knowing that she clenches from the inside every time I hurt her. “I love everything about you. The sun-kissed freckles on your shoulders and your taste in books and music and the way you laugh, that angelic blonde hair, and the way you let me lick your crack when you know I’ve had a long, stressful day.”
She laughs, but her face coils in agony. We’re either not getting out of this shit alive, or if we do, we’re going our separate ways. I can’t stay in the states and she has nothing to do in Mexico. Besides, I know her by now. She’ll try and find her brother, dig until the truth hits her in her pretty face with a fucking shovel.
Her hands roam my chest and when she looks back up, her eyes are menacing.
“I miss the feeling of your cock filling every space in my body,” she admits.
“It misses you too,” I breathe, pulling her to the bed and yanking her into my lap. She sits on top of me like I’m Santa and she’s a shy kid, but my plans for her are the kind of shit children under eighteen aren’t supposed to see.
“Maybe it’s time him and I get together again. Release some of that tension. Tonight is a big night.” She wiggles her brows. I pat my junk.
“Show me what you’ve got.”
“Prepare to be amazed, Mr. Delaware.” Her husky voice trails downwards, kissing its way from my throat to my chest. She stops with her lips on my neck and pushes me back, until I’m lying down, then continues her journey south.
“Just don’t suck Delaware Jr. You’re terrible at giving head,” I warn when she unbuttons my jeans. Who am I shitting? I’m dying for those pinks to meet my dick again.
My jeans are tossed aside and she peppers my groin with wet, starving kisses, her eyes are closed, and she looks pained. Not the kind of pain I want her to be in; not the kind I can control.
I play with her hair, admiring the view under my chest. She doesn’t stop kissing the swollen flesh of my cock, dragging her tongue and treating it like a lollipop. This is actually pretty good.
“I love your monster cock,” she sighs and I groan, letting my head fall back to the flat pillow. Her hand snakes under me, and she caresses my asshole with one finger while massaging my balls with her thumb. Fuck.
“Actually, I love this whole area.”
“It thinks of you highly, too,” I reassure. Her mouth finds my balls. I’m so turned on I might blind her with a shot of cum. She spends a minute or so sucking on them, licking them slowly, tickling, creating tension that’s begging for release, before I yank her up and throw her aggressively, her back slamming into the mattress.
“I love it when you’re rough with me,” she continues, but I shut her up with a kiss. “It reminds me of Beat. That’s who I’d like to have sex with tonight.”
I throw my head back and laugh. I’ll humor her if she wants Beat. Hell, I kind of miss him too. He liberated me from a face that’s been a distraction and objectified me like I’m a fucking Playboy Bunny for years. I prop myself up on one elbow and send my arm to her backpack on the nightstand, pulling the mask out.
“You sure about that? Nate was in the mood for slow, fun sex. Beat’s an angry motherfucker.”
She nods. “He has good reasons to be. You don’t let him loose too often. Tell him I want him to destroy me.”
“Message received.”
I hear the snap of the rubber against my skull as I put the mask on and arrange it so my eyes meet hers through the tiny holes. She curls into herself, looking scared in the best possible way.
I roll on a condom with one hand and pull her hair to yank her up with the other. My voice, which is always dry and low but is somewhat forgiving when directed at Pea, looms into something beastly.
“You scared?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly.
“Good. At least your instincts are still in check.”
I drag her by her hair until she falls on the floor, her knees hitting the wood with a loud thump. I stand above her, my erection in her face. She whimpers in pain, rubbing her injured legs and looking up at me for further instruction.
“Take off your dress. Without standing up.”
She worms out of it quickly, her eyes still trained on the floor, too scared to look up.
“Now crawl to the window and sit your naked ass on the sill. Facing me.”
She starts crawling seductively, rolling her hips, a glitter of wetness sparkling at me from between her thighs. Her pussy’s already peppered with some hair that’s grown back. I kick her ass with a growl. “Faster, Country Club. We got business to attend to.”