Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77394 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Seeing that she needed a little encouragement, I gave her a little smile and pushed, “Come on, darlin’. You don’t have to be scared of me. I’m gonna make us both feel real good. You’ll see.”
She nodded, then dropped her hands to the hem of her fitted sweater and eased it over her head. Seconds later, her skirt was gone, and she was standing in front of me bare and waiting.
She was too young, too skinny, too submissive for my liking, but Washington was a hell of a drive from Little Rock, and I was in dire need of a cold beer, a good lay, and a soft bed. I’d already had my beer, and that bed was calling my name.
“That’s a good girl.” I started unbuckling my jeans as I commanded, “Now, come here.”
As she approached, I gave her a half-smile and said, “Let’s see what you got.”
Her eyes locked on mine as she lowered herself to her knees, and a hiss slipped across my teeth when she took me in her hand. Her fingers barely wrapping my girth as she began teasing me with soft, easy strokes. My cock grew harder with every flick of her wrist, and while it felt alright, I needed something more.
I was about to tell her to get to it when I felt the tip of her tongue rake against me. I reached down, taking her hair in my hands, guiding her as she finally took me in her mouth. Her mouth was soft, warm and wet, and I won’t deny that it felt pretty damn good. Unable to fight the urge, I pulled back on her hair and forced her to take me deeper.
She struggled for a moment but quickly recovered and carried on. “That’s it. Take all of it.”
Her strokes became firmer and quicker with a slight twist of her wrist, and she sucked harder as she took me deeper. She was getting into it, really into it, and fuck. The girl had a mouth on her, and it damn near had me going over the edge.
I took a step back and pulled myself free from her grasp, and she looked at me with surprise as I reached down and picked her up. “Enough of that.”
I carried her over to the desk and settled between her legs. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and then ditched my jeans. I wasn’t sure if she was ready for me. I didn’t really care. I gathered some spit on the tip of my fingers and raked them across her center.
Her breath caught when I drove deep inside her with one hard thrust. She wasn’t new to this. She’d had her fair share, but she still felt pretty fucking good as I worked myself in deeper. Relishing the sensation, I let out a low growl as I slowly withdrew.
A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back, and she gasped, “Oh, my God, you feel so good!”
Still buried deep inside her, I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her from the desk. I carried her over to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress as I commanded, “On your knees.”
She quickly complied, and as soon as she was on all fours, she glanced over her shoulder and eagerly watched as I stepped behind her. I reached over and fisted her hair in my hand, giving it a hard tug, and she cried out when I plunged inside her once again. Unable to control myself, I drew back and plowed into her again and again, giving her everything I had.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release too fucking soon. I continued to drive into her in a demanding rhythm until, at last, she twisted the sheets with her hands and let out another tortured groan. Her body clamped down around me like a vice as my hips collided with hers, and I was done.
I drove into her once more, then finally came deep inside of her. I took a moment to collect myself, then withdrew and told her, “You can go now.”
“But wait... Are you gonna be around later?”
And there it is. She wanted more. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time nor desire to give it to her. “Heading out first thing tomorrow. Maybe next time.”
Without saying anything more, I turned and went to take a shower. By the time I got out, she was gone, and I was pleased to see that there was no trace of her left in the room. The girl knew her place. I liked that.
I laid down on the bed, and it wasn’t long before my mind drifted to Beckett. He was the reason why I’d traveled thirty-some-odd hours from Little Rock to Washington. He was Preacher’s kid. He was only nineteen and the youngest of three. That came with its advantages, especially when your father is the president of the MC. He got anything he wanted, and when he got into trouble, we were there to bail him out.