Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 222(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Brute groaned.
She had tried on more than one occasion to find out what she had to do. Faith wasn’t a fool. There was no way she could leave the clubhouse, and probably not even the gates. Brute had set her free, but there was no real freedom. The Bratva and her grandfather would come after her. She had betrayed him and the club.
“Let’s not spoil the moment,” Brute said.
“By letting reality sink in?” she asked.
“We don’t need to talk about what you have to do, or any of that shit.” He climbed off the bed and was completely naked.
She was addicted to his body. He was covered in ink but that didn’t hide his muscles nor his thick arousal. His cock was long and thick. Even though they had already had sex three times today, he was ready to go again.
Brute cupped her face, tilting her head back. One of his thumbs traced across her bottom lip. The pants she’d been trying to wriggle on were forgotten and on the floor.
“I don’t think we need to worry about any of that shit, not until we’re damn well good and ready.” He kissed her lips and then pressed her up against the door.
Sliding his hands down her body, he stroked over her nipples but didn’t stop until his hands were on her ass. She felt the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her stomach.
He let out a groan.
“And I think the food can wait. I’m not starving yet.”
She was going to argue but then stopped herself as he kissed her, hard. Brute didn’t linger on her lips, though, as he kissed down her beck, going straight toward her tits.
He sucked one nipple into his mouth, then moved to the other. He pushed her tits together, flicking his tongue back and forth, until he finally began to kiss down her body. Brute grabbed her hips and began to walk her back toward the bed, where he dropped her down.
“Brute?”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.
“No.”
“Then shut the fuck up.”
She gasped as his tongue slid across her clit. Faith couldn’t deny how good it felt having him touch her. She loved his hands and his mouth, but her personal favorite was his mouth. He knew what to do with it, and she couldn’t get enough.
“Please!”
He growled against her skin, his teeth sinking into the flesh of her thigh, but then he spread open the lips of her pussy, and his tongue danced across the tender nub.
She didn’t think it was possible to orgasm again, but Brute worked his magic. He always made sure she had some release. Faith came within minutes of him touching her pussy. She hated how fast she came, but then Brute moved, and he was getting her onto her knees.
This was new.
Her knees were perched on the bed, but the rest of her was off. He spread her thighs wide, and then his hand cupped her between the legs. His fingers working her clit, then sliding back to push inside her.
One finger, then two, and finally three, he stretched her open, and she released a whimper. She couldn’t help herself. His cock was a lot bigger than his fingers, but she felt stretched, full.
Brute pulled his fingers out, and then the tip of his cock replaced them. Inch by inch, he pressed inside her. She loved it when he went slowly, going in deep.
Both of his hands returned to her hips and on the final few inches, he thrust hard within her, making her cry out. From this angle, he felt bigger and deeper than ever.
“Oh, fuck, baby, you feel good. So fucking good.” He growled out the word, running his hands over her back, then cupping her ass.
He let her ass go but then gave it a slap. She loved the slight sting and burn from his touch. It was like he just couldn’t help himself, and he had to find some reason to touch her. She didn’t mind at all. She loved his touch and didn’t want him to stop.
“Please,” she said, moaning.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then how about we make a deal?”
“A deal?”
Why did he want to talk at a time like this? Why couldn’t they just enjoy each other and then later handle whatever business or deals he wanted to? She struggled to even think or understand her own name right now.
Brute wasn’t in a rush. He traced across her back, then reached around, cupping her tits, playing with the nipples. She wanted to growl at him, to tell him he shouldn’t be trying to talk business.
“Brute!”
“Ah, are you growing impatient?”
“Please, can we talk later?”
He tutted as she moaned because he stroked across her nipple. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she tried to contain the sounds but it was impossible.