Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45063 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
“But you are a madman,” I tease. “Just like I’m a madwoman.”
He grins. “We’ll be crazy together, then.”
“Do you think he knows? Or suspects?” I ask.
“Maybe,” he says. “Or maybe it’s wishful thinking on my part. Maybe I hope he does, so it makes all this okay.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Bryson
My hand rests on her leg as I drive from the small town on the outskirts of the city. She makes a gentle moaning noise as I slide it up her thigh toward her sex. I didn’t plan on this, but it’s like her body is hotter and more attractive with everything we’ve shared.
“You make the sexiest noises,” I growl when my hand is so close to her sex I can feel the warmth, the wetness, and the desire to bring into reality everything we’ve discussed.
“Do I?” she moans.
“Yeah. Just like that.”
“Bryson…”
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“No,” she whispers, and I can feel her eyes on me, burning, as I focus on the winding road that leads to the highway. “I was thinking… I don’t know.”
Shyness makes her voice warble, but she doesn’t have to say it.
“I could find somewhere,” I say passionately. “A place to show you how much you mean to me. A place to show you that you’re mine, mine alone. A place to prove this obsession is something we share. Not a one-way street.”
I squeeze her leg harder, remembering how thick and tempting her thighs were when she was bent over for me, with her gorgeous round ass aimed at me. My mouth tingles as I imagine the taste and texture of her nipples. Nipples that will produce milk one day, feeding our children, but are mine to feast on now.
“Do it,” she whimpers. “Oh, God.”
My breath shudders as I glide my hand up the rest of the way, pressing down on her sex. She twitches in the seat. I keep going since the road is quiet, and there’s no chance of anybody seeing.
“You’ll have to stop me when we hit civilization. I don’t think I’ll be able to, but if somebody saw you like this, twitching like the sexiest woman alive… I wouldn’t be able to stand it.”
She moans affirmatively, and I keep indulging in her, grinding my hand up and down the outside of her jeans, her sweet young fertile pussy getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter.
I’m forced to stop when we reach the outskirts of the city. I take her to the closest high-end hotel, knowing checking into a room together is risky. Removing my hand from hers as we walk into the lobby is torture.
She leans up and whispers into my ear. “You make me crazy.”
She does it when we’re waiting in line to book the room. It’s another risk, but I don’t care, can’t, not when my hand is fiery hot with the feeling of her pussy.
“You’ve been doing that to me for over a year,” I say.
She stands at my side as I book the room. She’s easily the most beautiful woman in this entire building and city, with her naturally wavy hair a little messy around her shoulders.
In the elevator, I place my hand just above her tempting ass, conscious of the couple standing across from us. They might complain if I maul my woman here. Or worse, the man might look at her hungrily, and I’d snap. A jealous, possessive rage would flood into me.
The elevator comes to a stop on our floor, and my blood rushes crazily around my body. My manhood pushes against my zipper, the helm bulging, precome leaking and making my underwear sticky.
My hands are shaking so badly, I fumble with the key in the lock. Harper places her hand on my arm.
“That’s not helping,” I say with a smirk.
“Maybe I enjoy driving you crazy.”
I turn, the door forgotten, and kiss her firmly—kiss her hard and drive her up against the wall. She gasps and wraps her arms around me, grinding her body against mine.
“You need to be careful with what you say,” I snarl. “If somebody saw you like this, your face red with lust, those big perfect tits rising and falling with the horny breath trying to get out of you…”
“We need to go inside,” she says, “before I lose my nerve.”
“You’ll be losing something,” I tell her, kissing her again.
“But not my nerve?” she adds once I break off the kiss.
Her virginity. It’s all mine.
I squeeze onto her hand, forcing my other to handle the key, turning it in the lock. When the door spills open, I immediately wrap both my arms around Harper, unwilling to think about anything else beyond the possessive impulses taking feral hold of me.
Our lips clash together as I lift her off her feet, grabbing her ass in greedy handfuls as I drive my manhood against her sex through our clothes. She clings onto me hungrily, moving her hips in time with mine, as my manhood surges with sensation, seed rushing up and down.