Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18810 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Without warning, Brad reaches down and takes his shirt off. His wide, naked chest is bare in front of me and my mouth waters at the sight. He’s definitely not a soft office worker. His body is a solid stack of bricks and I look at him in shock.
“Who are you?” I whisper, more to myself than him.
“You know where I live, you know my secured phone number, you tell me.” He wraps his hands around my hips, gripping me tight. He rolls them over the hard ridge in his pants, and I can’t stifle the moan that escapes from me.
Before I know what’s happening he’s turned me around and positioned me above him, straddling him as he sits on the stairs.
“Oh god,” I breathe, watching him as he undoes his pants and pulls out his long, thick cock dripping with need. I want that cock and I want it now. My lower half melts as I watch him stroke it slowly.
My mind races. I shouldn’t want him. He’s everything I stand against, yet here he is with a big hard cock and I’m ready to slide down on it until I can’t move my legs. My resentment of what he represents somehow strengthens the need in my pussy.
He leans forward and kisses my neck, then mouths his way down between my tits. His arm is locked around my waist and I can’t get free. But I really don’t want to. I’m not prepared for how much I want his hands on me, and it’s all so overwhelming. It seems like with each touch my loneliness is slipping away and he’s filling its place.
This wasn’t my plan. My plan was to destroy his reputation on the live feed and help the Insurgence gain more political ground. But somehow he has me in his grip, and all of my reasons for getting up and walking away are out of reach. My reason for living is fighting against guys like him, but everything he’s doing to me makes me want to give in. Makes me want something more.
I close my eyes and tell my brain to shut up. This is insane, but dammit, I need this. I want this stolen moment. It will be mine and mine alone. I’ll think about it late at night when I lie in bed looking out at the stars.
His lips find mine and I’m lost again. The taste of him so warm and sexy, and the feel of his tongue against mine is making me dizzy. My legs are shaking with anticipation, and suddenly a loud rip echoes in the empty stairwell. My eyes pop open to see he’s ripped the crotch of my shorts along with my fishnets, exposing my wet pussy to him. His rock-hard length is a mere inch away from my opening, and I swear I whine with need when I see it.
I realize in this moment that I talk a good game, but right now, I’m both horny and terrified. I want to ease down onto his length and ride him hard, but there are so many signs that tell me this is definitely a bad idea.
“Don’t do that,” he says, and touches my chin.
I look up into his eyes. “Do what?”
“Don’t go back into your head,” He leans forward, kissing his way down my chest again.
How does he know? How can he read me so well?
“I don’t have a condom,” he tells me, licking my collarbone.
“I do.” I pull one of the contraband condoms out of my back pocket. I don’t know why I always carry one on me, but I’m going to take it as a sign of luck.
For a second, he stops kissing me. I look down to see anger in his eyes as he stares at it, then at me. “Who gave you that?”
“Does it matter?” I ask as he snatches it out of my hand.
“No.” His clipped answer is maddening, but as soon as he says it he dives back to my chest and continues to lavish kisses on me, and I forget to be angry.
I let out a gasp when he yanks down my tank top and exposes one breast. His mouth latches onto my nipple and I move my hips forward as I cry out. I feel the tip of his cock graze my clit and it might as well have been an electric shock.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, but there’s humor in his voice.
“Yes. No. Sort of. Shut up and do it again,” I moan, gripping his hair in a tight hold.
But he doesn’t listen. Instead he pushes the tip of his cock into my opening. His eyes find mine and he raises his chin.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“No,” I retort, gritting my teeth.
“I won’t do it unless you ask for it,” he says, licking his lips. His ice-blue eyes and dark hair make him look like a fallen angel. “Tell me you want my dick inside your rebel cunt. That you want this Elite cock to fuck you.”