Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
My hellcat tries to follow cursing and spitting. I snatch her into my arms and drag her to the back of the club by the restrooms. “Sax let me go. Your asshole brother cannot manhandle her. He is not her man.” I don't bother arguing with her. I slam my lips onto hers, pushing her into the wall. I have been jacked up, needing to fuck the shit out of her since she walked out of the house. She kisses me back, our urgency mimicking one another. Ripping my mouth from her I lean into her ear, “bend over the fountain.” I say to her, the growl not able to be contained.
“What?” She looks at me and I can see the glint in her eye.
“I said bend the fuck over. We both know you have been lobbying for this all day. Your smart mouth has been taunting me. Now, you’re going to get what you have been after. Bend. the. fuck. over.” I accentuate each word with a smack to her ass. She is so fucking undone for it, I can smell her pussy as it drips down her leg. Just to be sure I haven’t completely lost my touch, my hand slides up her thigh, wiping some of her juices up and I shove my fingers into her mouth. “You taste so fucking good. Don’t you baby? All that sugar running down your leg waiting for me to savor it. But you have been a naughty little brat, and I need to release first. Now bend over baby.” She turns her back to me, her whole-body red and flaming from the flush. Peeking over her shoulder, she bends over and lifts her skirt. I look down, everything tips on axis. She is not wearing underwear. The haze becomes red, as I momentarily lost track of who I am and where I am.
“What the fuck Lexi? Were you trying to send me to jail tonight?” I grunt into her ear. I am so fucking pissed my hand is shaking as I try to undo my belt. The truth is, with her, I am always in a need to rut, breed and claim.
“Sax…hurry. I ache.” She screams over the music. Freeing my cock, I grab her hair and make her look at me as I ram my cock into her wet sloppy pussy. I don’t stop to make sure she is ok. Fuck that. This is for me. Over and over, in and out, my cock takes her, relishing the wetness dripping down to my balls. Her neck, bent backwards my hands in her hair, forcing her to witness the obliteration of her tight teen pussy. Leaning over toward her, I let go of her hair and latch my teeth onto her neck for a second, like a lion taming his lioness.
“Fuck! Lexi. Shit. How the fuck did this pussy become mine? Tell me. I want to hear it.” I don’t know what is coming over me. Out of control does not begin to cover it. Something about being in this place, with all these men around lusting after my possession, is making my body feel chaotic and I need her to fix it. “Tell me baby. You want to come, don’t you?” I taunt her knowing she is not going to like the threat.
“Yes. Oh shit Sax. So good. Harder. I need it harder.” I feel her hand go down to her clit and immediately I stop moving. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she yells, trying to be heard over the music.
“Then move your fucking hand Brat. You cum when I tell you how I choose to give it to you. Now answer the fucking question. How did I end up with your pussy?” She pushes back against me, trying to make me move, and though I am grinding my teeth together to stop myself from giving in, my eyes close for a moment because fuck if I don’t want to finish riding into Heaven inside her heat.
“You took it damn you. You fucking came and took it asshole. Now fuck me!” Ah. there she goes.
“Damn right I did. You know why?” She shakes her head, moaning and shouting as I hit the spot inside of her moving in and out. “I knew, from the moment I saw you, you were going to be my wife. My dirty little teenage brat.” Suddenly, I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I turn slightly, making sure not to move too much so that I am still blocking her so no one can see her, and there is the drunk fuck, whacking off watching us. Are you fucking serious right now? Reaching for my Beretta, I try to give him an out.
“Walk the fuck away right now, you piece of shit and I might let you live.” I yell at him.