Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
My hands fumbled at his waist, tearing at his pants. Now that I’d accepted my fate, I couldn’t move fast enough to get it. With deft fingers, he unfastened my pants first, whipping me around to face the car before I could finish with his.
I braced myself against the metal, absorbing the chill into my scorched skin. One of his hands worked to shove down my pants while the other finished unfastening his. In seconds, his heated length pressed against my bare ass. I moaned in anticipation.
“Need to taste your pussy,” he breathed against my ear.
“No,” I gasped. I needed him now. I needed him to fuck me now. With my eye on the prize, I pressed back against him, wedging his length between my thighs, and taunted the ego that got us there in the first place. “Or do you need help to get me going because that cock you promised isn’t actually good enough to get me o—”
The sharp bite of pain between my legs cut my words off into a cry. One hand clamped around my hip while the other slapped over my mouth as he forced himself past any resistance.
His heavy pants caressed my cheek, shifting to a grunt once his hips pressed tight to my ass. “Fuck. Fuck,” he huffed. “So goddamn bossy.”
He slid back barely an inch before shoving back in. Another sharp edge of pain. Sinking into his grip, I closed my eyes and let the sting bloom to an ache for more.
Out and in.
Again and again.
Pulling back further each time until the slap of his skin against mine echoed into the starry sky. Cum leaked between my thighs, but still, each thrust stung with the way he stretched me. I rested into his grip, closing my eyes, searching for the orgasm I desperately needed.
The hand on my hip shifted up my stomach and around my breast. I barely felt the comforting touch until knives of pain shot from my nipple to my pussy.
“Focus,” he commanded. “Focus on the way my cock forces its way into your tight little cunt.”
I whimpered. The string between my nipples and core pulled tighter, his words twisting the chord connecting it all. Another savage pinch around my tip ripped a cry from my lungs.
“I don’t need a bed to fuck you, and I don’t need anything other than my cock to make you come. I just needed to know if your cunt was sweeter than your attitude, and I wanted a hotel so I could pull my hand off your mouth and listen to your desperate cries of pleasure.”
Both hating and loving the filthy conceited words, I pushed back on him while nipping at his palm.
“Fuck,” he grunted.
Releasing my mouth, he slid his hand around my neck.
I barely knew him.
He was a stranger.
We were in public on a dark street.
And he had his hand around my neck…and I loved it.
“Yeah. Push back on me. Fuck my cock, baby. Show me how much you want it,” he gloated.
“Such a dick,” I gasped.
He didn’t even bother responding, letting his vibrating laugh against my back do all the talking.
“C’mon. Come for me.”
His hand abandoned my nipple to sink down my body. Without mercy, he pushed between my folds and circled my clit in tight, quick circles.
My teeth sunk into my bottom lip so hard I expected the coppery taste of blood at any second. Anything to stem the scream of pleasure pouring from my soul.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes.”
Pleasure built in my hips, expanding out from between my legs. So close to exploding.
“So fucking close,” he groaned.
Right there.
Creak. Shuffle. Thud.
We stopped moving. Everything stopped. My heart. My breath.
We both looked to the left to find an older woman on her doorstep a few houses down.
The thrum of blood pulsing between my legs ebbed. I squeezed my thighs, desperately trying to hold it there even as it started to fade.
“No,” I whimpered.
“Just wait,” he said, still holding himself inside me—still keeping his finger on my clit.
I was so fucking close. Just one more second.
I rocked my hips, trying to gain any kind of friction.
“Fuck. Stop. God,” he groaned. “Unless you want that woman to die of a heart attack when she finds me coming inside you, please fucking stop.”
I grumbled, unable to form actual words.
“Maybe she’ll go the other way,” he offered hopefully. “Just stay with me.”
As soon as he said it, she descended her steps and turned fucking right.
Just like that, any hopes of an orgasm vanished.
Now, this? This was the fucking cherry on the cake for the week.
Chapter 3
Amara
“Holy shit. Mr. I-ooze-sex-from-every-inch-of-my-hot-as-fuck-body just walked in,” Charlotte swooned, not even paying attention to the bar top she was wiping between us.
“It’s got to be a bitch to sign a name that long,” I deadpanned.
“I’m serious about this one, Amara. He looks like he could be a good boy with his hair pushed back. But that scruff screams, I’ll have you calling me daddy by the end of the night.”