Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
God, she infuriates me.
But intrigues me more.
I want to be the one who takes her innocence.
Don’t do it, asshole.
But I can’t stop. My dick and the obsessive beast inside me have other plans.
I pull away, her nipple popping from my mouth. I move down her taut stomach until I’m exactly where I want to be, my mouth around her cunt. Her body trembles, fighting me more as I suck her clit through the thin lace. Fuck, she tastes like heaven. I pull the fabric back and lick at her fiercely, like a wild animal starved for her. I can’t be gentle. The urge to claim her, take her and brand her with my tongue, my cock, it’s so overwhelming, I’m blinded with lust, need, control. I jab at her cunt as hard as I can until she’s begging.
That’s right, pet. Fucking mine.
Her hands disappear into my hair and she pulls hard, while I continue to fuck her with my tongue. In and out, her moans are like fuel for me. I lift my hand and replace my tongue with two thick fingers. She’s absolutely sopping. Dirty little girl is enjoying her punishment.
“What has you so wet, Jensen?” I taunt, each jab, each suck, bringing her closer to her orgasm.
“Not you,” she moans, lifting her pussy into my mouth. Such an eager little thing. Every attempt at challenging me has my dick jolting in approval. I work her harder, faster, biting down on her clit, fucking her rougher with a third finger. Her hips are off the bed, riding my face, and I love every fucking second of it. The rumbled moans off my tongue are a sign of just how much.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Give me your cunt,” I growl. I’m on fire. The sweltering lust that’s stirring between us has me on the verge of losing control. The wild animal inside me is scraping to be freed and dominate her. Tear into her until I’ve sucked every part of her. I’m ruthless as I punch her with a fourth finger. Fuck, I want to take a finger to her ass. A fierceness strikes through me and she moans to the brink of screaming as her walls crush around me.
“Fuck,” I grunt as I start to work her slower and slower allowing her to work through her orgasm.
She’s still struggling to catch her breath when I pull away and stand. I wipe her juices off my chin as she tries to compose herself. Everything comes to light when I realize I went too far. Fuck what did I just do. You lost fucking control, that’s what. I need her out of my sight before I do something I’ll regret. Tie her to my bed. Spread her wide. Fuck her bare and ruthless. Really claim her.
Fuck!
I toss my hands into my messy hair. “I need to attend to some business.” My voice is hoarse. I hurry and dress, grab for my suit jacket and walk away from her.
“You’re an asshole, you know that?”
“Thanks for the reminder,” I say without stopping. Don’t look back. I text Fredrick on my way, demanding she be gone and in a cab. I fucked up. I went too far with her. I hit the basement floor and slam my feet down the hallway. I crack my knuckles. The same ones that were deep in her perfect, innocent cunt.
“Fuck!” I howl and take my fist to the cement wall. The pain radiates, but it still doesn’t override the aftermath of vibrations I’m feeling from her. With shaky hands, I text Kade and tell him to have a room ready and waiting for me. I need to find something to erase the scent of her off my lips. The reminder of her soft skin off my mind. I need a room and a woman who knows her place.
KICK, KICK, KICK…
Kick, kick—
“Not sure that’s gonna help. But if you jiggle the handle, it normally just gives you your change back.”
I turn to my right to see a guy watching me assault the vending machine. “Oh, it’s not my change it ate, it’s the stupid bag of popcorn that keeps getting jammed.”
The guy follows my vision to B5, where it shows four bags of popcorn in a waterfall, hanging over the lever. All jammed.
“Wow, what attempt are you on?” he asks, trying not to laugh at me.
“Five. I’m on attempt number five. I don’t even like popcorn all that much, but now it’s become war. I will get them all down.”
He looks at me, offering his kind eyes and cute smile. “Want some help?”
I throw my hands up. “Have at it.” I step back. Even though I was enjoying taking my aggression out on the vending machine, I did build up an appetite and just fed the machine the only five dollars I had. My cute new friend makes a fist, and with one swift bang against the side, all five bags fall like dominos.