Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Everything with Ashtyn has always been complicated. I love her. I hate her. It’s always been black or white. Never any gray areas.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” I moan, my eyes dropping to watch my cock go in and out as she continues her useless fight with the leather restraints around her wrists. I should tell her to save her strength, but I won’t. She’ll figure it out.
“Saint,” she gasps, her body arching, her legs shaking in my arms. “Oh…God.”
I pull out and slam forward, the headboard banging against the wall, forcing a cry from her lips. Her cunt clenches down on me, and I slowly watch my wet dick slide out. She slumps into the mattress, trying to catch her breath.
I release her legs, grip her hips, and turn her over onto her stomach. She tries to fight me, but I easily shove her legs open, forcing her ass up in the air, arching her back in a high position.
Grabbing my wet cock, I slide back into her. My free hand reaches out, grips her dark hair, and yanks her head up off the bed. She cries out while lightning flashes from behind me, illuminating the room.
My knees hold hers open, and I lean over her back, my elbows digging into the bed on either side of her head. I gently pull her hair from her face and twist it before lying it to the side. “I want to see your face, beautiful,” I inform her before my left hand clamps over her mouth.
She goes wild, bucking her hips and rocking her body. It just forces her cunt to fuck my dick, and it makes me chuckle. Her arms are crossed at the wrists due to her new position. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Lie. “You were just lying here…naked and begging to be fucked.” I’ve been fucking dying for her all day. I tried to be patient but told myself that I don’t have to be. She’s here, so I might as well get what’s mine.
I push my body down on top of hers and slam my cock into her. “Your tight cunt is soaking wet for me now.” She sucks in a deep breath through her nose, rambling unintelligible shit from her mouth that my hand covers. I reposition my hand so that my pointer finger and thumb pinch her nose closed, taking away her air. The action makes her pussy contract. “It’s like old times.” I go on, pulling out and slamming forward. Fuck, she’s so tight, and the thought of all the men she’s fucked over the past few years makes me want to beat her fucking ass with my belt to the point she can’t sit for a week. “You tied to my bed while I make you my dirty little whore.”
Tears run down her face as she tries to look at me out of the corner of her eye. I lean in, unable to stop myself, and kiss the side of her face, tasting the salt from them. I moan, “Have you missed me?”
She nods her head the best she can, blinking. I give a rough laugh, knowing we’re both lying to one another just about different things.
I push into her, and her head shakes, trying to dislodge my hand from her face. It’s not happening. I continue my hard thrusts, the headboard hitting the wall each time followed by her muffled screams and cries. Her hands fist as she pulls on the chains that are connected to the leather cuffs, needing to escape.
Her eyes are getting heavy though due to the pain pills she took and the lack of oxygen from my hand. “You’re about to pass out, sweetheart.” She blinks, and this time it takes her wet lashes longer to flutter open. “You were out when I started fucking you, and you’ll be out when I’m done with you.”
I slam forward, burying my dick into her soaked cunt, and hold it there. One hand on her face, the other on the opposite side of her head, and I watch her fight to breathe. “You’re so goddamn gorgeous, sweetheart,” I say in awe. My hand is slick from tears, snot, and drool.
Her body softens under me. “That’s it,” I coo, watching her hands unclench. “Such a good girl.”
She’s always been the girl of my dreams—the one I wanted and needed. “Get some rest, sweetheart,” I say as her eyes fall closed. This time, they don’t open, and her body goes slack beneath me.
I wait another second and release my hand from her mouth and nose. I gently lay the side of her face down onto the bed, sit up, grab her hips, and finish what I came in here to do.
FORTY-ONE
ASHTYN
I wake up, a groan escaping my lips as I roll over and bury my face into the soft cool pillow. I’m so tired. It’s the pills. They linger in my system, making my head foggy and body sluggish.