Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84322 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
She used him like a piston, burying his shaft to the hilt, up and down, push and pull, her pace feral, shimmering with hostility. The heavy globes of her tits bounced with aggression until a nipple popped free, the little pink bead hard enough to cut glass.
Perspiration leaked black rivers from her eyes, her lip gloss faded from the swipes of her tongue. Sunlight poked through the smudges of the overhead windows, slanting across her face and rendering her almost immortal, like a dark Fae princess from another world and era. Ethereal. Deceitful. Tragic.
He’d never seen anything more beautiful.
His attraction defied reason. She was everything Danni wasn’t. Salty instead of sweet. Calculated instead of free-spirited. Her makeup and tattoos lent her a hard, artificial appearance, not the soft, natural look he preferred. And her heart was cold and closed-off. Not warm. Definitely not attainable.
Or maybe she just wanted him to think that.
Bowing into him, she rode his cock and huffed strangled gasps of air against his mouth. She was so close he wanted to kiss her. Almost as much as he wanted to bite her and make her bleed.
Instead, he lifted into her vigorous need, grunting, ramming his hips, and washing them both with brutal sensations. All else ceased to exist, everything but her body, her breaths, and the intensity of her livid gaze.
Her eyes were like pieces of kryptonite, deep green and luminescent, weakening him by the second. His dick wanted release. His mind wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t give in.
But as they moved together, their tempos syncing and gazes locked, he felt a sliding sensation. Deep in his chest, he felt a tilting, tumbling avalanche that had nothing to do with the earthquaking motion of their bodies.
Before his brain caught up, his mouth was on her, kissing her so thoroughly he damn near exploded inside her.
He didn’t pull away. He couldn’t. She kissed him back with the same desperation, and the feel of her tongue rubbing and tangling with his was all that mattered.
They melted together, holding each other hostage with their mouths, their thrusts, and harmonious tremors in their bodies. Her hands moved to his face, fingers clamping firmly around his jaw, her lips crashing against his with the force of her passion.
Lost in the throes of frenzied lust, she used him for her pleasure. It was the moment he’d been waiting for, watching her get worked up, feeling his cock sink past her defenses, and knowing her race to completion was no longer about the job and all about the demands of her body.
At that moment, he held the control. He’d mastered her with his hands tied.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned back and admired his handiwork.
She stopped moving, her cheeks flushed, and her snug little pussy clenched spasmodically around his buried cock. She released shallow, rapid-fire breaths and blinked slowly, with great effort, as if struggling to concentrate.
When she realized what she’d done, that she’d lost control of herself, her expression hardened.
Was she angry? Oh, fuck yeah. Ten strangling little expressions of her rage curled around his throat, her blunt nails pressing against his airway in a bid to choke him.
Just as quickly, she regained her composure, released his neck, and shoved his face away.
But she wasn’t finished.
Rising on her knees, she pulled off of his cock. He bobbed against her thigh, wanting back in as she reached under her skirt and swept her fingers along the flesh he still hadn’t seen.
Her free hand went to his shoulder, holding her upper body steady as she proceeded to rub her cunt. Her knuckles brushed against his unspent cock, teasing him as she chased her release. She shook with the effort, moaning, muscles straining, lashes fluttering, her eyes smoldering with animosity.
A sound of feral relief stole from her throat, and she screamed, groaning, trembling, and coming undone.
Fucking glorious. Hotter than hell. Had he been inside her, he might’ve shot his load, which was precisely what he didn’t want to do. He refused to give her that.
And to think, she intended to deny him.
It’s a ride you won’t ever get off.
She thought she could torture him with orgasm denial. Little did she know, he had the discipline of a monk.
Climbing to her feet, she swiped her soaked fingers across his mouth. He licked his lips, tasting her, while holding her blistering glare.
Her teeth clenched. “Tell me who bought the hard drive, and I’ll relieve that ache between your legs.”
“No, thanks. I’ll relieve it myself.”
“You’re going to jerk off in that filthy cell? Where you can’t hear yourself think?”
“Yep.” He stretched out his legs, delighting in the way her hungry eyes caressed his swollen cock. “I’m a dirty…dirty…dirty man.”
“I could shackle you while you’re in there.”
“You don’t want to do that because you like thinking about me touching myself. But when I do, it won’t be you I’m thinking about. My heart lies elsewhere.”