Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“That’s my girl,” he says, pressing two wet fingers into my mouth. I suck them, whimpering. Why the hell do I like hearing that so much? He undresses and guides me by the hair until his cock’s in my mouth, and I suck him like I want his approval, like I need him to be proud of me. I slurp and lick, gliding him as far into my throat as I can, and it’s absurdly satisfying when he moans my name in that low bass rumble of his. He pulls me back, eyes burning as he drags me onto the bed, and he pins me down until his cock fills me to the brim.
I grind into him. I’m sweating and I don’t care. He fucks me, kissing my neck and breasts, thrusting slow and deep until my breaths and gasps speed up and he speeds up too.
“This is all I want, right here,” he whispers, filling me again and again, my hands pressed against the headboard. “Your wet, soaking pussy feels so fucking good. You’re a filthy girl for me, aren’t you? You love to get filled to the brim, you dirty fucking girl.”
“Yeeeessssss,” I moan, arching into him. “Keep going.”
He grips my hips and plunges in. Fuck, it feels so good. I’m riding right on the edge, my brain a mess of bliss.
“You couldn’t resist letting me fuck you again. You want me in your mouth, in your pussy, between your tits, deep in your ass, wherever I fucking want. You want to give yourself to me. You want me to wreck you, don’t you, baby?”
That does it. He hits every note and I’m done. I shatter under his fingers and come so hard I can barely breathe, and he’s not too far behind. I feel him stiffen and his warmth fills my pussy. I pull him down in a clumsy embrace and kiss him with wet and hungry lips.
We stay tangled like that. I’m grinning like an idiot, floating in midair.
That was good. It was so, so good, and maybe it’s a mistake but I don’t care.
I’m happy.
Until I feel it again.
And my smile disappears.
“Uh-oh,” I say.
“What?” he mumbles.
“I’m sorry.” I push him away and scramble out of bed. “Oh, shit. I’m sorry!” I run away, butt-ass naked, and throw myself into the bathroom.
Just in time to puke my guts up again.
Chapter 10
Lena
Nothing like a little puke to kill the good vibes.
“Fuck,” I moan as I clean myself up in the bathroom. I’ve never been so humiliated before in my life. What the hell is Arsen thinking right now? The poor guy just fucked me into submission and then suddenly I’m puking in the bathroom like he repulses me or something. I need to explain that it’s not his fault. I’ve just been going through some weird nausea issues lately.
I come back out into the bedroom wrapped in a towel feeling completely chagrined and awkward, only to find it totally empty.
“Arsen?” I say, poking my head out into the hallway. There’s nothing, no reply. I pull on my clothes and frown at the bed.
His stuff is gone. No jeans, no shirt, no shoes. Nothing at all.
I’m feeling sick again for a totally different reason as I head out into the main room. He’s not in the kitchen or in the living room. Nobody answers when I call his name.
The fucking dickhead’s gone.
I slump against the couch and stare at the windows. Did he seriously just ditch me after fucking me again?
I don’t even know how to feel right now considering I did just vomit the moment we finished.
Can I really blame him for running away? I mean, I just had some of the best sex of my life, and then I ruined it by getting sick the second his dick pulled out of me.
That’s not the best look, all things considered.
“Fuuuck,” I groan, squeezing my eyes shut. I’m trying not to cry, but this is absolutely pathetic. I swear, this has to be rock bottom.
He used me for sex. At least, that’s how I feel. He could’ve stuck around to make sure that I was okay, but instead, he ran the hell out of here the first chance he got.
I slink back to my own apartment, feeling filthy and disgusting. I shower, but that doesn’t really help. Mom’s awake, but she doesn’t ask where I’ve been. Lucky for me. I don’t even know what stupid lie I’d come up with. Oh, nowhere, just banging the hot murdery neighbor again, no biggie.
Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Every time he wants to get his dick off, he’s going to call me up? And the fucked part is, I can’t really turn him down.
Not after what I saw.
I wanted it tonight. No doubt in my mind. The second he looked at me again, I wanted his hands on my body and his lips against mine.