Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148220 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 741(@200wpm)___ 593(@250wpm)___ 494(@300wpm)
But he will. I know he will. Little sparks flare behind my eyes as my inner walls stretch and burn, adjusting to the thickness slowly working deeper.
And I’ll burn hotter when it’s his cock. I’ll have to.
I want to.
With another groan, he begins pumping his hand, driving into me again and again. “Never felt a pussy this tight. No wonder they used it as bait. Man gets into this, he’d follow you anywhere. Probably why Crash was so damn calm when he decided to go. He’d fucked this tiny hole, so he already knew what heaven felt like.”
The pleasure that was spilling through me sharpens to a painful edge and I spit a muffled fuck you into the gag, my body stiffening, my pussy tightening around the finger fucking into me.
“That’s right.” His voice roughens. “Get real pissed. Then remember it was Papa who decided to put him in that Cage against me, and tell me what I want to hear. You gonna tell me?”
With enraged, sobbing breaths shuddering against the gag, I shake my head—then cry out when he screws his finger deep before withdrawing and lifting his head. His eyes are hot when he licks my arousal from his finger.
“Your anger tastes real good, Cherry. Can’t wait to eat it all up.” Lazily he reaches down to jack his cock, my chest heaving and hollowing between us with every breath. I watch his fist stroke his shaft, entranced as a bead of cum slides from that fat crown and drips onto my belly, then his voice has my gaze flying to meet his again. “But first I’ll go back to that night at the tavern again, do every damn thing I wanted to then. And have a good taste of the rest of you first.”
Beginning with my breasts. Stone bends his head, and he sets my nipples on fire with his mouth, sucking and licking the throbbing tips. Then rubbing his face against the soft mounds, his whiskers rasping my skin, as if not just tasting me but taking in every inch of me with every inch of him. Fingers wrapped around the straps tied to the bed, I try to brace myself against the onslaught of sensation—but there’s no bracing. There’s only being dragged along for the ride.
Then his hand settles between my thighs and his fingers begin teasing my clit, just teasing and teasing while his cheeks hollow and he sucks harder on my nipple. Head thrown back and spine arching, I try to fight this, too. But it’s good. So good. My legs begin shaking uncontrollably. Each slippery pass of his fingertips over the most sensitive part of me seems to pull at every nerve until all I feel is Stone touching me, his tongue and his hands and then he pushes a finger inside my slick channel. The orgasm slams into me with it, and I scream into the gag when my pussy clamps down, my hips bucking wildly as I try to ride it out.
But all I do is ride his hand as I come. Thunder pounds through my head, Stone’s harsh groan echoing with it.
Then his curse as he lifts his head from my breast. Voice sharp with irritation, he calls out, “The fuck is it?”
Over the storm of my heaving breaths, I barely hear the muffled reply. Through the door. Because someone was out there. Knocking. I can’t make out the response, only the hiss of Stone’s breath through clenched teeth. He abandons the bed, snatches up his jeans. But he doesn’t put them on, just pulls the key from the pocket. From the duffle he digs out a pair of sweats and hauls them up to his hips.
I whimper, desperately aware that I’m tied spread-eagled on a bed, naked and flushed from my orgasm, with someone I don’t know on the other side of that door.
Stone shoots me a fierce look. “Not a fucking sound.”
He can’t be worried about who’s there. Not here on club property.
But I should have realized. He doesn’t share. Not even the sounds I make. And not the sight of me. He only opens the door about six inches, then blocks the view into the cabin with his body. I can’t hear any of the short conversation, but when he draws back and slams the door, he’s holding a wad of cash. He drops the money onto the table, then digs around in his duffle again and pulls out a phone.
Whatever he sees on the screen make him smile. A genuine smile, as if it’s good news. He types something out as he returns to the bed, then drops the device right next to my leg.
Oh, that bastard. Putting that phone so close to me. Putting escape so close. But I’m tied and can’t reach it.
His lazy grin says he knows exactly why I’m glaring at him. But I can’t keep glaring. Not when his fingers scratch at his broad chest, then slip down his washboard stomach and into his sweats. He drags out that thick cock, and everything inside me tightens again.