Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Her fingers close around my shaft.
I growl a curse, precum spilling all over her hand.
She pulls my cock out of my pants, her eyes riveted to the sight. Her lips parted. Christ. She's looking at me like she's never seen anything more beautiful before. She moves like she's in a dream, sliding her fist up and down my shaft, exploring with an innocence that shouldn't be nearly as sexy as it is.
"You own me, little one," I groan, rocking my hips into her hand. "This dick belongs to you."
"Kellan," she whispers, her gaze jumping to my face.
"Yeah, you heard me," I mutter. It's the truth. She does own me. Even before I touched her for the first time, she owned my ass.
"I'll wear panties."
I claim her lips in a grateful kiss, getting lost in her. She loses her grip on my cock and it falls from her hand. Her whine of protest fades to a moan when I yank her higher up my hips, settling the head of my cock against her clit.
"Now grind that perfect cunt on me, Rebel. Soak my cock."
I don't have to tell her twice. My girl isn't shy, and she doesn't hesitate to take what she wants. Her legs tighten around my hips as she works herself on my cock, circling her hips so the head of it bumps her clit with every little wiggle.
Her juices smear all over me, setting my blood on fire. Fuck. I can't wait until I'm inside her, imprinting my memory on her soul. I want her so hooked on me that the mere thought of walking away hurts. I'll drag this out as long as it takes to make sure she's as addicted as I am. I'm not letting her go. I'm not giving her up.
"You like using my cock to get yourself off, Rebel?" I ask, dragging the cups of her bra down to expose her pert little nipples.
"Y-yes. God, Kellan." Her eyes roll back in her head. "It's so good."
"What was your favorite part of Dionysus?"
"I…"
"Don't lie to me, Parker." I drag her nipple through my teeth before biting down. "I know you liked what you saw. You're too fucking good at this not to have liked it."
"All of it," she gasps. "I l-liked all of it."
I groan, burying my face between her tits. Of course she did. She probably wants to try all of it too. If she wants to play, I'll let her. I'll tie her up and fuck her every which way. I'll fill this fucking apartment with toys to torment her with.
It's not like I haven't thought about it.
"Good girl," I murmur, rocking my hips into her. "Christ, you're such a good, filthy girl, aren't you? I'm going to have so much fun teaching you what you're dying to learn." I nip at her skin, kissing a trail toward her ear. "I can't wait to see you tied to my bed with a gag in your mouth and my handprints painted across that perfect ass."
She whimpers, melting into me.
"You want it, don't you?"
"Yes," she gasps. "God, please, Kellan." Her nails dig into my shoulder blades as she writhes, trying to get herself there. "Oh, God, please."
"Come on me, Rebel," I demand, giving her permission. "Let me feel it."
She cries out, bliss and relief mingling in the sweet sound. Her body goes rigid in my arms, her head thumping against the wall. She trembles as her juices soak my cock.
I growl, reaching between us to grab my cock. I keep my eyes locked on her as I jerk myself off in rough pulls, my hand bumping her clit. The base of my spine tingles as my balls draw up. I bury my face in her throat, whispering her name as I come all over her pretty little pussy.
"I joined the club because of you," I admit an hour later, hauling her across the bed into my arms.
She lifts her head to peer at me.
"I thought I could fuck you out of my head, but I couldn't even look at another woman without wanting to tear my skin off."
"Oh," she whispers, her brow furrowing.
I wait for her to say something else, but she doesn't. Shit. Is she mad? Did I fuck up by telling her the truth? Keeping it from her didn't feel right. I don't want there to be secrets between us.
I wasn't feeding her a line when I said she owns me. I meant it.
"Were you going to sleep with someone else?"
"I wanted to find someone who looked like you. At least that's what I thought." I meet her gaze, holding nothing back. "I wanted her to pretend to be you, just for one night."
She swallows, not speaking.
"I couldn't go through with it. I don't even know if I really wanted to go through with it to begin with." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "But you were in my head, driving me fucking crazy. It was the act of a desperate man. I think I was inside the club for ten minutes before I walked out. I didn't go back until Jonas called me to say you were there."