Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106292 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 531(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Meeting her hungry stare, I guide my cock to her entrance. She clenches her jaw and digs her nails into my back. “Fucking take me, Sawyer. Now,” she demands, letting me know just how ready she is.
Before she can take another breath, I slam my cock deep inside her and she cries out, gasping as her nails dig in deeper. My eyes flutter, her tight cunt squeezing around me. “Fuck,” I grunt, pulling back as I slip my arm beneath her body, lifting her hips.
I slam deep inside her again and she groans, her whole body jolting as the fire burns through us both. “Fuck. Right there, Sawyer. Again.”
And just like that, I go for fucking gold.
I fuck her hard and fast as she clings to me, desperately trying to hold on. It’s wild and animalistic, and I devour her body in a cruel and meaningless way, simply using her for what she can offer, and fuck, she lets me take everything I need.
The way her pussy spasms and jolts around my cock tells me she’s more than on board with this, even more so when she pushes me off her, flips over onto her knees on the couch, and shoves her tits down against the cushion, her sweet cunt on display and desperate to be fucked.
Taking her hips, I dig my fingers into her skin and give it to her hard as she slips her hand beneath her, vigorously rubbing tight circles over her clit. I drop my gaze to her pussy, watching the way my cock stretches her, slamming balls deep inside her, and I groan as her walls tighten around me. She’s close, so fucking close.
My balls tighten, swelling and throbbing as I feel myself teetering on the edge, but I’m unable to let go and force myself over. Oakley pushes back against me, taking as much from me as I’m taking from her.
Oakley’s hand fists into the cushion, and as I slam back inside of her, she comes hard, crying out with undeniable pleasure. Her high rocks through her body, her walls spasming around me, convulsing and squeezing the fucking life out of my cock. It’s just what I need to launch me right over the fucking edge.
I detonate, coming hard with a loud, agonizing roar, and my eyes close as I pour hot spurts of cum deep inside her. The overwhelming satisfaction blasts through my veins, and I collapse against the couch, struggling to catch my breath.
My heart races, certain she must be sore, and if she is, she doesn’t say a damn word about it. She simply crawls back onto my lap and takes another swig from the bottle of whiskey. Her lips part with a sharp hiss as she reaches out and refills my discarded glass on the coffee table. “Who knew you could fuck so hard?”
A stupid grin stretches across my face, and my hand comes down in a perfect, sharp spank against her ass, the sound echoing through the big penthouse. She yelps and laughs, and fuck, it feels good to see her like this. Even on the darkest night, she shines brighter than a supernova.
Her eyes fill with a seriousness as she lets out a heavy breath and relaxes against me, dropping her hand to my chest and resting her palm over my racing heart. “I take it you’re not about to call it a night and go to bed?” I shake my head and she presses her lips into a hard line. “Do you want me to sit with you?”
I consider it a moment, knowing having her right here in my lap could have me at peace within moments, but the fact that she can do that has me fucking terrified. That’s not something I’m willing to explore tonight.
“No,” I finally tell her. “I think I need to be alone a while. Besides, you’ve had a big day too. Go to bed and call it a night.”
“You sure?” she questions, climbing off my lap and glancing down at me. I give her a tight smile and nod, not wanting her to see just how much the grief is tearing me apart. Though I can’t lie, that moment with her helped me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. It opened me to be able to start processing, put the anger aside, and accept the fact that my father is gone.
Oakley gives me a warm smile before walking around the couch, and as I lift the glass to my lips, she leans over the back of the couch and presses a kiss to my temple. “You’re gonna be alright, Sawyer,” she tells me. “Don’t stay up too late.”
And with that, she’s gone, leaving me to find the bottom of this bottle.
Chapter 30
OAKLEY
Striding through to Zade’s bedroom, my hands start to shake. I haven’t spoken a word to him since he caught me down in those cells, and to be completely honest, I really don’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, I want to thank him for saving my life and for having my back. He got to me just in time. But on the other hand, a part of me wonders if he only did it for his own benefit.