Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“I’ve never felt so full. I… I think… fuck, it feels like…”
Like a faucet on full blast, she erupts, and I feel the gush of her arousal as it coats both of us, dripping down onto the floor. “Fuck, you just squirted.”
“I’ve never done that before.” She pants, and I thrust into her a little harder, wanting her to do it again. The head of my cock presses against her g-spot, and I follow that motion a few more times until she tenses again, her channel spasming.
“You take my cock so perfectly. I can’t wait for you to see it yourself.”
“Callum.” She screams my name, and I’m rewarded with another gush of fluid that floods our joined bodies.
I grin. I’ve unlocked something new and exciting in her. Bianca might be innocent and sweet, but with my cock stretching her pussy, she becomes a filthy little slut seeking a release that only I can deliver.
Balls aching, I know it won’t be long till I explode. It’s been a long time since I’ve been inside a pussy, and I need to get my fill.
“Is this how you imagined it? Is this what you dreamed of?” I release my hold on her hip, leaving her to press up onto her tiptoes. My gaze catches the mess we’ve left on the floor, and I thrust forward. She’s so fucking helpless. A little bird that can’t escape the trap she’s found herself in. One hand grips her by the throat, holding her head in place. “Look out there. Is this how you imagined it? Watching all those people with my cock inside you?” All she does is moan like she’s hanging on the line between the buildup and release.
Which makes it the perfect time to place a call to the asshole who drove her into my arms. I’m fucked up. I don’t need to be told it. I press the green call button and listen as it rings.
“Hey!” Lucas shouts into the phone when he answers. The pounding bass coming from his end of the call lets me know he’s still here, even if we can’t see him out there. “Where are you?”
“Moan for me, baby,” I whisper to her, grinning when her lustful moans fill the room. Then, into the phone, I growl, “She’s with me, you idiot.”
“Who the fuck is this?” he demands.
I look down over her shoulder, gazing across the dance floor, hoping to find him in the crowd. “Me? I’m the man who is currently balls deep in your ex-girlfriend. I’ve already made her come twice, and we’re going for number three now.”
“Bullshit. Put her on the phone. I don’t believe you.”
“If you insist.” I hold the phone closer to her, then growl into her ear while thrusting my hips faster. “Do you like that? How does my huge cock feel inside your little pussy?”
“Good. So fucking good,” she sobs, moving against me, fucking herself on me. “Please, don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
And just like magic, I watch as his form appears out of the corner of the dance floor. He works his way through the crowd, approaching the bar with one hand over his free ear like he’s straining to hear. Not that he’d have to try hard. Even with the music thumping, she’s practically shattering my eardrums.
“What the fuck are you trying to prove?” His head swings back and forth. Even from this distance, I see his expression of anger and confusion.
Bianca races to the finish line, crashing against me, and my muscles burn as sweat beads against my temple. I’ve felt nothing so fucking perfect. “Oh, yes, right there. Right there.”
“Your pussy likes that?” I release my grip on her throat and slap one of her perfect globes, and her moans turn louder than before. “Who the fuck do you belong to?”
“Oh, fuck. You!” she shouts, her body jerking against me.
“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” Lucas cuts back through the crowd, and I can’t help but laugh while I pound into her harder than ever. We’re both racing toward the finish line.
“Look around all you want, but you won’t find us.” I pant. “I see you, though. You are pathetic. I should thank you for underwhelming her so many times. Now she knows what it means to be fucked by a real man.”
“Fuck you,” he spits in the phone.
“Too late. Already getting fucked by this tight pussy.” Bianca almost screams when I slap her ass again, and he cringes, pulling the phone away from his ear, glaring at the screen like he’ll get any answers that way. “Enjoy knowing what you’re missing out on, you pathetic fucker.”
“I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Don’t waste your breath,” I tell him with a laugh that cuts off once Bianca’s sheath tightens. “Uh-oh, she’s getting close. Better go before you have to hear her come again.”