Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
I hauled her ass up to our bedroom with every intention of fucking her the rest of the night. Given the way she was now sucking on my neck, I was pretty sure she knew it too.
“You better hurry if you don’t want me to start shedding clothes,” she whispered, a siren in my ear. “Watchin’ you go all postal on my behalf made me horny as fuck.”
“Woman…” I tried to get my words to come out as a threat, one that said she’d better not start shedding clothes before we were in private, but I was afraid it came out a lusty growl instead.
She rubbed herself over my cock where she’d wrapped her legs around me, practically fucking me. When I finally stumbled into our room, she whipped off her shirt and started working on mine.
I whirled her around, slamming her against the wall and fusing my mouth to hers. She welcomed me with a wicked flick of her tongue. I was absolutely her first lover, but the woman had fast become unlike any woman I’d ever had. She embraced fucking with the passion and curiosity of someone newly introduced to sex, but who took to it better than any seasoned club whore I’d ever fucked. She was abandoned in taking her pleasure and wasn’t ashamed to tell me what she needed or shy about letting me know what she wanted. She was dominant but craved being dominated. I was more than happy to accommodate her.
She had a firm grip with her legs around my waist, still grinding her pussy over my cock with every heartbeat. My hand shot to her throat, pinning her head against the wall. Lemon grinned at me with a maniacal gleam in her eyes.
“What’s a girl gotta do to get fucked around here, hm?”
“Beautiful little bitch.”
She gave me a cocky grin. “So I’ve been told. Fuck me or piss off, Rocket.” Her demand was sin and seduction. The dominant in me wanted to deny her just so she didn’t get her way. The other part of me wanted desperately to give her what she wanted just to feel that tight pussy squeeze the life out of my cock as she came.
“I give the orders, Lemon,” I snapped, my face so close to hers I could smell her sweet breath. “Not you. I’m the president. You follow me.”
“In bed it’s survival of the fittest.” Oh, the little bitch was going to challenge me. My already hard cock got impossibly harder. It took every ounce of self-control I had not to come in my pants. By God, when I came, I was going to fill her cunt with my cum, not my pants.
I tightened my grip on her throat, stopping just shy of cutting off her air, and bared my teeth at her. “I’m way the fuck stronger than you, woman. I will take what I want. When I want.”
“Then do it!” Eyes wide and more than a little wild-looking, she hissed her words at me. “Fucking do it!”
I shoved away from her only to grip her hips and spin her around. She gave a startled cry but didn’t fight me when I shoved her jeans down as far as I could. Her motorcycle boots made it difficult to do more, but all I needed was access to her pussy.
Looping one arm around her neck, I freed my cock before swiping my fingers through her folds. Just as I suspected, she was drenched. She gave a sharp exclamation, and her sex quivered, already on the edge of orgasm.
“Don’t you fuckin’ come,” I snapped. “You don’t get to fuckin’ come ‘til I say so, you hear me?”
“Rocket!” She gasped even as she pushed her hips back, begging me to fuck her.
“I said no!” I tightened my grip on my arm around her throat. Her hands stayed firmly on the wall as she lifted her head, giving me better access to her. A female submitting to her mate. “You will hold on to your pleasure. You’ll let me fuck you until I’ve had my fill. And you will not fuckin’ come until I give you permission.” I gave her a little shake even as I shoved my cock as far inside her as I could.
Lemon screamed and sweat erupted over her skin. “Fuck!”
“Fuckin’ right, I’m gonna fuck you.” My voice was harsh, and I began a hard, driving rhythm. Our flesh slapped together loudly in the room. I was sure everyone in the immediate vicinity could hear both of our shouts. I gripped her hip with one hand while my arm was still curled around her neck, holding her passive for my use of her body.
I thrust harder into her, my balls slapping against her flesh. The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with Lemon’s cries and my grunts and growls.