Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
There’s a harsh rasp in his throat—and then my world tilts. Rex turns my body and jerks me up against him, leaving my tiptoes scraping on the brick, my breasts plumped where they meet his chest. “You eighteen?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
His hips tilt and his big penis presses into my stomach, a long groan leaving his mouth. “That ain’t another lie, is it?”
“No, sir.”
“If you’re at this party with your daddy or a husband, best tell me now.”
Technically, the man inside isn’t my father—not by birth, anyway—and I’m definitely not married. I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I’m being a little dishonest not clarifying who I am, but I’m too excited to find out what happens next. Tingles are racing up and down my back, sliding up my thighs, making my breasts feel heavy. More. I need more. “I’m not here with a daddy or a husband.” I wet my lips and feel his flesh jerk between us. “Why d-do you want to know?”
With a slow headshake, his hands travel to my backside and mold it roughly. “I’ve been on the boat for months, nursing my own hand. Now some cute little thing lands in my lap, trying to flirt the come straight up my cock.” He lifts me higher and seats me on top of his erection, bouncing me on it with a hard thrust. “I’m fitting to send you back to the party with smeared lipstick, girl.”
Chapter Two
Rex
And here I thought this party was going to suck.
Couldn’t believe my damn eyes when this little fuck princess came toward me in the backyard, wobbling around in her sparkly high heels. I figured she was coming to tell me I couldn’t smoke in this rich, uppity neighborhood. She fell into my arms instead, beaming up at me like I was her lord and savior when I caught her. Kind of messed me up in the chest area, if I’m being truthful. Maybe she’s blind and that’s why she tripped? Because I’m not exactly a knight in shining armor. I’m the enemy that enters battle with blood in his beard. Least that’s the reaction I normally get from women. Wariness or…the desire to give me a haircut.
Not this one, though. This doe-eyed brunette with titties like a jerk-off magazine centerfold has both legs wrapped around me, her sexy lips parted with excitement. Christ. She’s going to let me fuck her in my brother’s backyard, ain’t she?
The reminder of why I’m really here is an unwelcome one. I don’t want to think about my asshole brother or why I continue to feel obligated to maintain some kind of relationship, good or bad. It’s the guilt that keeps me calling on holidays. Guilt that had me finally accepting an email invitation to help celebrate his amazing life, free of the family that dragged him down. Me.
Don’t want to think of that, though. I only want to think about the sweet little knockout in my arms and getting my first decent nut in months. Hell, she’s going to be my best nut, period, the end, and that’s reason enough to give responsibility the middle finger and find a place where I can get my hurting cock inside of her. I need her.
“I think…” She glances back over her shoulder. “I think there might be a pool house…”
Without waiting for her to finish, I start in that direction, figuring if she’s friends with my brother and his wife, she must have been here before, for pool parties or whatever the hell rich folks get up to. Not that I don’t make a damn mint myself trapping crabs, but I sure as shit don’t act stuffy about it, throwing soirées and the like. “You wear a bathing suit around men and ain’t nobody locked you down. How the hell is that?”
“At the last pool party, I slipped on the diving board—on my first dive—and had to be taken to the emergency room for stitches.” She lays her head on my shoulder and I get hit with another weird chest squeeze. Lord, I feel like a thug kidnapping the princess from her tower. “People stay away so they don’t get sucked into my vortex of doom.”
“Ah, now.” I give her back an awkward rub. “The men around here must be pussies. I’d walk through a damn inferno just to see you topless.”
She gasps and gives me those heart-in-her-throat eyes again. “You would?”
“Yeah.” For the first time in my life, possessiveness rises up in my throat and digs in with steel claws. Jesus, it turns me inside out while I’m looking down into her beautiful, trusting face. She trusts me. I can’t let her regret it. I can’t let her look at any other man this way—ever. The very thought almost sends me into a goddamn rage. “Other men don’t get to look no more. Soon as I’ve made use of that baby girl mouth, it don’t say no one else’s name but mine. Soon as I’ve worked that pussy into a lather, you keep it wrapped up in a fucking bow for me. You hear me, girl?”