Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 62695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I’m wild with desire and I need him, I need him right fucking now.
He reaches down, releasing his cock from his jeans and then he steps even closer, until his face is mere inches from mine. I suck in a breath, looking down at him stroking himself, and oh, my body practically jerks in response. I yank on my restraints, wanting to get closer, but I can’t move, I can’t touch, I can’t do anything but wait.
Wait patiently for my turn.
“Now now,” he murmurs, stroking, “be a good girl.”
I grit my teeth, meeting his gaze. “Stop teasing me.”
“Do you like it when I stroke my dick?”
God dammit.
“You know I do.” I bite out.
“Then you can watch it for a few more minutes.”
He stands there, hand sliding up and down the thick length of his cock. I can’t take my eyes off him, off it. I just stare, sucking my bottom lip in, loving the way his hand moves. I like to watch a man pleasure himself, because they know what feels good. Their movements are trained, expert, and it’s fucking erotic.
“Please,” I say, as his hand moves faster and faster against his flesh.
“Maybe I’ll just cum all over you, and never let you feel even an inch of this.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I growl.
He looks up at me, a wicked grin on his lips. “Wouldn’t I?”
“Enzo, please.”
He steps forward, releasing his cock. It presses into my belly as his mouth trails down my neck. I can’t get closer to him; it doesn’t matter how hard I try. I yank on the cuffs, frustrated and Enzo chuckles. “Impatient girl.”
“You’re driving me crazy.”
“Not for long.”
He steps between my spread legs and his cock pushes against me, not quite entering me, but enough to make me whine in frustration. Enzo rubs it up and down my pussy, driving me utterly crazy, before finally he lets it slide inside. I cry out, relief and pleasure, and my cries quickly turn to moans when he begins to fuck me. Slowly, at first, just dragging his hips, sinking himself deep into me before carefully and effortlessly pulling back out.
“God dammit,” I bark. “Fuck me.”
He grins.
Then, he does just that.
He fucks me.
He fucks me until my screams echo through the barn.
He fucks me until my body trembles.
He fucks me until my voice is hoarse.
He fucks me until I fall in love with him.
18
“Why Juniper?” Enzo asks as we sit against a bale of hay, an old blanket thrown over it so it doesn’t scratch our skin.
We’re both still naked, tangled in one another after the most incredible night of my life.
I grunt at his question and wonder why the hell he hasn’t asked it sooner. Most people find my name unique and want to know why my parents chose it. I have gotten used to my name over the years, but it wasn’t always my favorite thing. I hated it growing up, and people would tease me relentlessly because of it.
As I got older, I owned it and now, it’s who I am.
“My mom went through a hippy stage,” I explain. “It was when she was pregnant with me, and she wanted to live this all-natural life out in the woods, but obviously that didn’t happen. So, she called me Juniper in some attempt to live out that dream. It never suited me, not for a single second. I’m the least carefree, easy breezy person you could ever meet.”
“No shit,” Enzo grunts.
I slap his thigh. “You’re not meant to agree.”
He looks down at me, and I tip my head back so I can meet his eyes.
“You’re as feisty as they come.”
He’s right, I am.
“So anyway, I’ve never really gone by that name. I’ve always just been June.”
“You introduced yourself to me as Juniper.”
I roll my eyes, looking forward again. “I was so drunk that day, I don’t remember.”
“I remember everything. Daddy.”
I laugh. “God, that is the cringiest thing I’ve ever done.”
“It was funny.”
I grin to myself.
“We should get back, they’ll all be wondering what I’m doing to you in here,” Enzo murmurs, tracing a finger down my cheek.
“Let them wonder, it’ll do them good.”
“Can’t believe we’re on the final week, these retreats are goin’ real quick.”
“Have you got many more booked in?”
“Yep,” he mutters, “they’re full for a good long time. Next one is six weeks after this. We don’t get much room to move in between them, but they’re bringin’ in the cash.”
I can imagine.
“Who are your next guests?”
Enzo grunts. “You’ll never believe it, but they’re criminals who are being let out of a low security prison.”
I turn around, facing him. “What?”
“Yep, bunch of women that are in some rehabilitation program after gettin’ out of prison. Can’t wait to see how that one ends.”
“I kind of want to see how it ends, too.”
He goes quiet.
Is he thinking what neither one of us is saying?