Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64640 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I don’t need to be warmed up, it’s like the build that comes with tantric sex, he has done that all fucking night with his teasing. And now I’m at that point where I’m hungry, all over, for him. The need is so strong that I feel like I might combust from the want.
He goes to speak, but I pull my hand down from the door and slam it over his mouth. A few girls giggle as another pees next to us. He bites my hand, but I don’t move it. I feel his grip tighten on my hips as he takes full control. I start moving my hips.
He is right there, if I can just…
Then boom, he pulls my hips down.
I almost lose my hold on the door, and a scream erupts from me as he impales me on his cock. He fills me in more ways than one. I try to gather my breath, but he is moving me up and down in a slow, steady movement that’s putting all the right pressure on my clit.
I’ve had sex before.
I’ve fucked before.
But this…
This is ecstasy.
The way he hits every notch, every spot, it’s perfect.
Fuck that everyone in here probably knows what we are doing.
Fuck that I’m in the women’s bathroom fucking a man who last fucked me with a knife.
Fuck it all.
Because as his rhythm picks up, my hands grip the door harder, and my head falls to his shoulder. I bite down hard to stop the scream. He grunts in my ear, and I moan into his shoulder as I come—really fucking hard.
“I want to be fucked like she is,” I hear a girl mutter.
Zuko doesn’t care what others are saying. He keeps on going and going until I feel myself build again.
No way.
No fucking way.
I pull back and look at him. And when I do, I see something I’m not sure I like written all over his face.
Danger.
For what? I’m not sure.
I get he is a fucked-up man.
Not only with the fucking but in all aspects of life.
He’s one of those men you’re warned to stay away from, and I’ve just let him deep inside of me without a second thought, only for my own pleasure.
Was it worth it? Yes, because it’s the best sex I’ve had in my life.
But now I’m afraid I will never be able to escape this man.
Is it really fear in my gut or excitement? I’m honestly not sure.
I never had a mother who told me to stay away from bad men. I have lived with their kind most of my life.
And all of them wanted me for one reason or another.
What makes this man any different?
“You can’t run. I’ll find you,” he says as another orgasm hits me.
And this time, he slows and smashes his lips to mine.
FIFTEEN
Zuko
“Alaska, we are down a girl, and I need help.” Alaska pulls back from my lips and pushes on my chest. I lift to pull out of her, then place her on her feet. She reaches for her shorts, but not before she sits on the toilet in front of me.
“I’ll be out in a minute, just need to pee.” I tuck my cock back in and discard the condom.
“Are you really peeing in front of me?” I ask.
“Yes. If you have a problem, leave.” She shrugs. I watch as she reaches for the toilet paper and wipes herself before she pulls her shorts up. “You didn’t leave.”
“No, because I’d like to know all the ins and outs of that sweet pussy,” I tell her. “Plus, I can’t say I have ever seen a woman pee in front of me.”
“All women should pee after sex. I bet you just kick them out afterward,” she says, wiggling her shorts up all the way and doing up the buttons.
“Yes, very much so. Or they run.” I smirk at her.
“Oh, I can only guess why.” She rolls her eyes.
“I’ve been tame with you.”
Her eyes almost bug out of her head.
“Tame? Are you joking?” She shakes her head. “You’re crazy.”
“Making you come is tame, trust me.”
“And how else would you make me come?” she asks.
“Do you really want to know the answer to that question?”
She seems to think on it, then says, “I gotta go.” Alaska pushes past me and reaches for the door, unlocking it. But I push it closed.
“Let me see you again.”
She remains facing the door, but after she says nothing for a beat or two, she finally turns to me. “How else would you fuck me?” she whispers.
“I can show you, but I’m not going to say you’ll like it.”
“If I can keep the knife in my hand,” is her answer.
“Deal,” I agree.
“Will it hurt?” she asks.
“Do you want it to hurt?” I whisper closer to her ear.
“Maybe a little.” I run my finger over her bottom lip at her words.