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)
He gave a tut. “I don’t think I like a tease, Faith.” He slid a hand between her thighs. A single finger glided between her slit, touching her clit, and then moving back, going toward her entrance.
She sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, trying to contain the sounds, but it was next to impossible. Brute worked magic with his fingers, and she was no match for him.
“Let me hear it,” he said.
She gasped and then moaned as he twisted two fingers inside her, to press his thumb against her clit. Faith felt her arousal deepen. She was so wet, almost soaking wet, and he continued to play with her, working her body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. “I love how much your pussy wants me.”
Faith clenched her hands into fists, trying to keep control, but she was so close.
“When you come, you’re going to do so all over my dick,” he said.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, but she let out a whimper, not wanting him to stop. Brute didn’t make her wait long as his cock started to slide inside her, going in hard and fast, fucking her. His hands went to her hips, holding on as he took her, over and over again. The sound of their flesh connecting filled the air.
Suddenly, Brute slammed balls-deep inside her, but then he didn’t move. He stayed perfectly still and delved between her thighs, working her clit. She whimpered.
With his length inside her, each touch against her clit was like a pulse, and she felt so full. Faith didn’t think it was going to be possible to come, but he thrust her over the edge with just a few light touches.
It was impossible to deny him and she didn’t want to. There was no holding back, and she came hard for him.
Brute continued to play with her pussy, drawing her to that edge, and much to her surprise, he pushed her into a second orgasm. His name spilled from her lips like a mantra. She couldn’t help herself. She loved the touch and feel of him.
After he’d given her the second orgasm, he removed his fingers from her clit, grabbed her hips, and then drove in hard and deep, fucking her harder than he had before. He was brutal, hard, and she loved every second of it. She didn’t want it to end, but all too soon, he came, filling her up. She felt wave upon wave of his orgasm as it flooded her pussy.
Faith didn’t know what the future held, not for her, not for them, and that was the only thing that terrified her right now.
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Brute didn’t like this.
He wasn’t used to waiting for an attack. He’d never been the kind of guy who sat on his ass waiting for shit to happen, but right now, that felt very much like what he was doing, and he was pissed off with waiting.
Golubev hadn’t attacked. He had it on good authority an attack was imminent, but so far, nothing.
Running a hand down his face, he walked through the clubhouse. Some of the guys were drinking. Music played, but it was on softly, as no one wanted to piss him off.
Some of the men and women were outside. It was a quiet night. Still.
He was about to head for the door when Faith came back in carrying a bunch of empty bottles.
She had a smile on her lips, which grew wider when she saw him. “Hey, Brute,” she said.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting the guys some beer.” She walked past him, but stopped, went onto her toes, and kissed him. Faith didn’t wear heels. She was more of a flats kind of girl, and he didn’t mind that about her. She walked around the bar, and he saw her put the bottles in the recycle bin, and then grab several more from the fridge.
The ink she had gotten on her wrist was all cleaned up. It matched his ink. He had told the tattooist what to do. All the brothers had their own ink, and they all knew what he’d done with Faith’s matching his. Everyone but Faith knew what he’d done. It was why the women didn’t like her.
There were no “owned” ladies in the club. There was not a single woman who was married or taken exclusively by any of the guys. The pussy was free for all. By making Faith take the same ink as him, he had staked his claim. She had no idea that everyone saw it. With it being on her wrist, no one would be able to deny ignorance. Faith was his and belonged to him.
It was only supposed to be some fun, but as the days wore on and turned into weeks and months, he knew Faith would be a pain in his ass. The guys respected her, because he demanded it. They all knew what it meant.