Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
He pauses slightly before the corner of his mouth tips up in a smirk. “Always have been, baby, damn, all you had to do was ask…”
I bite my lip and squeeze his cock. “Then fuck me.”
His hand is at my throat instantly and I’m being shoved down until my back is slammed against the tabletop with a crash.
“Ouch!” My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pain continues to vibrate through my brain.
Before I can climb back up and cuss him out for manhandling me rough enough to knock my ass out, he’s filling me to the brink. I flex for him until he’s inside completely and his balls are pressed against my ass.
His fingers flex around my throat but right under my jaw. He uses it as a damn handlebar as he pulls out and drives back in with a slap. The table scrapes against the marble floor as he continues to slowly drive in and out. When he picks up speed and slams into me relentlessly, I scream out, my arms spread wide and my fingers searching for anything to grab onto so I don’t slide off the table. Only his grip tightens while his other hand comes to my hair to hold me in place.
He yanks on it so tightly that I can almost feel the ends being ripped out of their sockets. His body is hovering over mine, his hips riding into me. He tilts his head and I watch as sweat slips down the edges of his hard jaw. I want to lick it off, lick all of the sweat that’s dripping all over his beautiful body.
He speeds up until our bodies slapping together is the only sound in the room. The grunting, panting, yelping, and moaning all mixed with the smell of sex and forgotten anger. Right now, I don’t care about anything. My core squeezes and I tighten around him.
“Close?” He pants, leaning down to my face and licking inside my mouth. “Hmm?” His hips continue at the same speed, yet he seems so fucking controlled. How? I’m about to come all over him like a desperate kitten drowning in the lake.
“Yes,” I whisper.
He slides over my body and I’m truly impressed that this table hasn’t broken now that he’s on top of me. He releases the grip on my hair but keeps his hand on my throat. It’s his reach for control, because he knows that he can’t control me when we’re not having sex. His mouth comes to mine and he kisses me, all while his hips continue to ride against me. I moan, reaching behind his neck, twisting my fingers in his damp hair. He never breaks the kiss, not once. He slows his lips but slams into me harder, rougher.
“Bryant,” I whisper between kisses.
“Let go, baby, have at it…” My body releases itself and I feel the wetness drip down my thighs. He groans into my mouth, pressing into me harder as his cock pulses.
“Fuck.” He bites on my bottom lip, enough for the metallic taste of blood to cling to the back of my throat. Pressing another kiss to my lips, he slides off my body and slaps my pussy. “It’s mine whether you fucking admit it or not. She knows who her daddy is.”
Slipping off the table, I wince from the pain on my ass cheeks, the tightness of my actual asshole, and the swollen bruise around my mouth. “You gave me smile lines.”
Bryant pulls up his jeans but leaves them unbuttoned. “Good. Don’t fucking touch anyone else or you won’t have them again.”
I don’t know why, but I want to sulk. I’m obviously being sensitive, too sensitive. I know how Bryant gets during sex and I usually love it, but something about this time felt as though there was too much anger, distrust. I know that it’s only a symbol of our current situation and I’m thinking too much into it, but that doesn’t stop me from taking a step away from him, ready to hide in my room for a bit until I lick my wounds better. Literally, almost.
I’m only two steps away from him when his hand is at the back of my neck, turning me back around and yanking me into his chest. He tilts his head, squeezing the back of my neck to keep my eyes on his. “I love you.”
I smile weakly, pleading for the scary bastard with my eyes to let me the fuck go. “I know.”
He releases me, collecting his belt from the floor and disappearing out of the kitchen, and probably up to his room. I’m low-key worried about the sanitizing of the table, so I quickly pull open the cupboards beneath the sink and take out disinfectant, quickly wiping down surface, focusing on the areas both our bodily fluids are probably on.