Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I bare my teeth at him sarcastically, the phone still ringing in the background.
“I’m answerin’ that. Get on the bed. Take your clothes off.”
Oh.
Well. Okay then.
He turns and I reach down, shuffling out of my jeans, making sure the phone falls down with them. I cover it up using my foot, and then I toss my shirt on top for good measure. Mex moves to his bag, digging around to pull out the phone. He speaks in a gruff tone, and by the time he turns back to me, I’m naked on the bed, sitting with my legs crossed. His eyes fall to me, and he murmurs, “Got to go.”
He hangs up.
Reaching for his jacket, he slowly shrugs it off, letting it fall to the ground. Through the black tee he’s wearing, I can see the outline of his muscles. They’re good muscles, the kind that are tight and sculpted. He’s got a good body, I know it even before he lifts his shirt over his head, revealing that perfectly bronzed skin covered in ink. My pussy clenches as I take him in.
Fuck.
He's hot.
His jeans sit low on his hips as he steps toward the bed. “Lay down,” he orders.
“One thing, before we start,” I say, a smile stretching across my face. “I’ve never orgasmed during sex. Best of luck.”
His eyes flash, and a slow grin spreads across his face. “There’s a first time for everything.”
We’ll see, biker.
We’ll see.
7
Reaching for my legs, Mex jerks me toward him, sending my back flying down onto the mattress. Gasping, I relish in the power he’s using, and I hope he continues on this path. I love nothing more than a man treating me like a toy. Twisted? Perhaps, but it turns me on like nothing else. Spreading my legs with his hands, he stares down at my exposed pussy. Luckily, for me, I shaved before this adventure.
I was hoping to end up right here, after all.
“Never seen a body so riddled with scars, and I’ve been around a lot of bad people.”
I push up on my elbows, legs spread wide in front of him, and our eyes meet. “I’ve had an interesting life, you could say,” I murmur. “Now are we going to talk, or are we going to fuck? I know which one I’d like to do.”
“I’m not fuckin’ you yet. You want an orgasm, then I need to warm you up first.”
Oh, my.
“I’ve been plenty warmed up before, it makes no difference.”
He flashes me a grin. “We’ll see. Touch yourself.”
I frown. “I thought you were doing all the dirty things?”
“Do you want to fuck, or not?”
I reach my fingers down, spreading my lips and sliding over my already aching clit. I rub, slowly, in small circles before slipping a finger inside. I’m already way too close to the edge, and he damn well knows it. I did tell him that I would answer a question for every orgasm, but I didn’t think I’d have one so quickly. He’s turning me on, and fuck if I don’t want him inside me right now.
That thought makes my pussy clench around my finger, and I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
Mex reaches down and grips my thigh, while his other hand unbuckles his belt before he undoes his jeans and lets them slip down. His cock springs free, and my eyes widen. “Holy cock,” I gasp.
It’s huge.
I must admit, it’s probably bigger than any I’ve encountered before. It’s long, but it’s also thick and so perfectly shaped. It’s like it was molded perfectly for female pleasure, with its smooth ridges and incredibly shaped tip. My pussy grips onto my finger in anticipation, and the orgasm I’m holding back is growing.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know how to use it.”
Oh, I just bet he does.
Curling a hand around the thick width of it, his fingers dig into my thigh as he begins a slow stroke, dragging his hand up and down, tightening his grip as his eyes flash with need. Fuck. I want him. The anticipation and need inside me is borderline obsessive, and if he doesn’t fuck me soon, I might just explode. Slipping my finger from my pussy to stop the orgasm, I look up at him, panting.
“Don’t make me sit here and watch you,” I murmur, my voice husky and laced with need.
“Don’t you like it?” he growls, squeezing his cock before stroking it a little faster.
“Oh, I really like it, but if you waste that on your hand, I’m going to have to kill you, and we don’t want that.”
Releasing his cock, he slides his hand down my thigh, over the scars, until he reaches my damp pussy. He gently slides his finger up the middle, coating it in my arousal, before slipping it down and pushing it inside me. I gasp, the pleasure that fills me making my back arch. Inch by tortuous inch, he drags his finger out, then pushes it back in, making my body come alive.