Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 103356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103356 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 517(@200wpm)___ 413(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
“I’d do anything for you, baby.” And then his mouth descended, and he kissed her.
This kiss was filled with hunger. With possession.
Her body heated. “I need you,” she told him as he drew his lips away. “Please.”
He lifted her off him, and for a moment she thought he would reject her. Then he stripped off his jeans and boxers and sat back, lifting her onto him and impaling her on his dick.
And it was fucking glorious.
Hard and hot.
Fast.
“Fuck. I don’t have any protection on,” he said through gritted teeth.
“It’s okay. Don’t stop. Please.” Her heart was racing, sweat coating her skin.
More. More.
“You’re okay with babies?” he asked.
“Yes,” she groaned.
“Christ, that makes me so damn hot, thinking about you pregnant.” He moved her onto her back on the bed without slipping out of her. Then he fucked her in earnest.
His finger reached down to play with her clit.
“I’m going to come soon, baby,” he warned. “And you’re to come with me or I’m going to spank you all over again.”
She whimpered. But when she heard him groan, felt his release, it sent her over the edge. She came with a scream, her eyes closing as she was rocked by her orgasm.
When he slid from her pussy, she lay there, unable to move, completely satisfied.
“What’s that grin about?” he asked as he lay on his side next to her. He cupped her mound with his hand, and she moaned.
“I just . . . that was so good.”
He nipped her bottom lip. Hard.
Her eyes opened and she glared at him. “What was that for?”
“For being a brat.” Regret swam in his eyes as he slid his fingers through her pussy, then pushed two deep inside her.
She gasped. Could he feel his release inside her? Why was that so fucking hot?
“I’m sorry I wasn’t giving you what you needed.”
“Listen to me, Tanner Malone,” she said sternly as she cupped his face between her hands. “You always give me what I need. I just . . . what happened wasn’t your fault.”
She knew that was how he felt.
“I should have been with you.”
“And then you might have been hurt. You have to let it go, please. And if you can’t, maybe you’d want to talk to someone as well.”
“As well?” he asked as he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy.
Her breath hitched. “I think I need to talk to someone about everything that has happened.”
“My brave girl. I suppose if you can do that, so can I. Although whoever we talk to might get more than they bargained for.”
She grinned up at him as he moved his thumb to her clit, rubbing it. “Now, we’re going to talk about your punishment for stealing a truck.”
Her eyes widened. “I just borrowed it, though.”
“Hmm, nice try. But I think you need to be punished so you remember not to do that again. And I think some time being edged will be just the reminder you need.”
Such a meanie.
Her Meanie Malone.