Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 421(@300wpm)
I’d forgotten this side of him. I’d forgotten the side that forced me to my knees and ordered me to drink his piss in Delaney’s. I’d forgotten how demanding he is.
And he is.
His eyes are dark and fierce, his jaw gritted as he rubs Dean’s cock against my clit and makes me squirm.
“I know that feels fucking good,” he tells me. “Don’t fight it.”
It does feel good. I hate how good it feels.
I hate how things will never be the same between Dean and me ever again, even now, even if I really did call time out and tell Alexander I’d made a stupid mistake.
I spread my legs and turn my face to the side, focusing on nothing but Alexander. This is just sex. It doesn’t have to mean anything.
But it means everything, because it’s Dean. It’s Dean.
Oh fuck. It’s Dean.
I hear the wetness between my legs, and Dean’s raspy breath as Alexander keeps on rubbing. Dean’s cock is hard against my clit, and the rhythm is too much. I can’t stop wriggling. I can’t fight the urge to buck my hips and take him inside me.
I’m going to come with my best friend’s cock against my clit and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Not unless I want to scream time out.
But I’ll never scream time out to Alexander Henley. Never.
I grit my teeth. “Fuck me,” I say to Dean and he tenses. “Just fuck me.”
He groans, and I feel like a crazy bitch. I tilt my hips to take him and pray he knows this is just one crazy night and it’s all my fault.
His cock nudges my entrance but he doesn’t push inside. He’s straining. Fighting.
“Do it,” I whisper. “Fuck me.”
Alexander nips at Dean’s ear. “Tell me you want her tight little pussy.”
Dean doesn’t say a word.
I hook my legs around his thighs, even though it makes me die inside. I urge him on, even though neither of us wanted this.
“Fuck her,” Alexander says again, and Dean buckles.
“Alright,” he grunts. “I’ll fuck her. I’ll fucking fuck her.”
I’m braced for it. Heart in my mouth as I prepare for the thrust.
But it never comes.
Alexander pulls Dean’s cock away before he can push inside me. He shunts him by the shoulder until Dean rolls onto his side, panting against my cheek.
My eyes are open wide as I search Alexander’s.
“What?” I say. “I was going to… I thought you wanted me to…”
His eyes are dark and distant. They give me shivers.
“You’re not going to fuck Dean,” he tells me, and my mind is spinning.
“But…”
He smirks as he pulls me towards him, kisses my mouth as he climbs over me.
“You’re not going to fuck Dean,” he says to me again. “But I am.”
I flinch as he yanks Dean’s arms behind his back and slams him hard on his front. I flinch again as he tears Dean’s jeans from his ass.
“You want cock,” he snarls, and Dean groans for him. “You’re going to get fucking cock. I’m going to fuck you until your ass fucking bleeds for me.”
I can hardly breathe.
I can hardly think.
My pussy clenches as Alexander spreads Dean’s ass cheeks and lands a gob of spit right on target. I hate how it flutters as he pushes his finger all the way in.
Dean cries out as Alexander pushes in another.
Alexander fucks him hard, two fingers ploughing deep, and Dean looks so vulnerable as he squirms.
I’m open-mouthed as the man I love looks in my direction.
“Play with yourself,” he barks. “You fucking wanted this. Show me that horny little cunt.”
Oh God, I do it. I spread my legs for him and rub my fingers around my clit, and I hate how excited I am. Hate how desperate I am to see him fuck Dean’s ass.
He positions himself, his weight heavy on Dean’s back as he slides his cock around Dean’s hole.
“I like it fucking rough,” he snarls, and shoves the head inside.
Dean cries out.
He cries out again as Alexander thrusts all the way in.
It’s brutal. It’s really brutal.
My fingers feel dirty as I rub at my clit.
Alexander fucks Dean hard enough that Dean’s face is a grimace. The bed creaks under us, the headboard thumping against the wall as he goes.
“Your tight little ass is going to milk me fucking dry,” Alexander hisses and Dean moans for him. “Take it. Just fucking take it.”
Dean does take it. He groans but he doesn’t protest, his asshole takes everything Alexander gives him.
I already know what’s coming as Alexander snakes his arm around Dean’s throat.
He holds firm, Dean’s neck straining against the chokehold, his eyes wide as he realises his air’s been cut.
He wriggles, gasping for breath, and Alexander punishes his asshole for his efforts. I hear his balls slapping Dean’s skin. I hear Alexander’s strained breath as he pounds Dean’s poor virgin ass like a man possessed.