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)
“No running, and don’t freak out,” he says.
“Okay,” I whisper. And before I even know what’s happening, something is pulled over my head and then gripped around my neck as he slides straight into me. I drop to my elbows, my hands reaching for what’s covering my face and tearing at it.
He pumps in and out, one hand holding whatever it is and the other reaching between me and playing with my clit. He fucks me while I struggle to breathe, my fingers fumbling at what seems to be plastic.
And then I’m groaning as I come.
How the hell did I just come?
I feel it all over my body, but I can hardly breathe.
Oh. My. God.
Just as I start to freak the fuck out, whatever is on my face and neck is lifted away, and I’m flipped over as something warm touches my clit. His mouth is now on me, tasting and licking me in extremely slow movements. His finger slips inside, and in a few strokes, I come even harder than I could possibly imagine.
What was that?
How was that?
I can’t…
A light flicks on, and I find him smirking as he gazes down at me, his cock still semi-hard, appearing like it could go another round.
Next to me is a plastic bag.
I grind my teeth as I glare at him for fucking me with a plastic bag over my damn head.
What the actual fuck!
NINETEEN
Zuko
She jumps up from the bed and, in one swift movement, slaps my face.
Hard.
I let her.
I mean, I didn’t expect her to like it, but she loved it.
The problem now is that she can’t admit it without feeling like she has a kink.
“You tried to suffocate me!” she screams, grabbing the bag and trying to put it over my head. I pull it away from her, and her eyes search around for something to wear. When she only sees my shirt, she scoops it up and slides it on. “Take me home, or I’ll fucking walk. I don’t care either way,” she barks, heading to the door.
“You came though, right?” I ask from behind her as I struggle to pull on my pants quickly and follow behind her, but she’s already down the stairs and in the living room. She’s stopped by Pop’s plaything, and they exchange a few words.
Alaska’s furious eyes meet mine as she marches out the front door.
“Shit, what have you done now?” Kyson asks, coming up next to me. I ignore him and follow Alaska, only to see her trying to break into my car. I click the key fob, and she pulls the door open with an almighty yank and gets in, slamming the door behind her.
Climbing into the car next to her, she has turned so her body is facing the door. I can hear her teeth grinding, so I can only imagine the death glare she would be giving me right now.
“I did warn you,” I state matter-of-factly.
“And I didn’t run. Did I?” she bites back, still not looking at me.
I start the car and drive away from the party. “Alaska.”
“I despise you,” she says, but her voice shakes. “You and your fucked-up sex. First, it was a knife, and now it’s a fucking plastic bag. I mean…” she takes a deep stuttering breath, “if you thought I was ugly and you couldn’t stand to look at my face, tell me, don’t fucking suffocate me.”
“I warned you,” I tell her again and hit the steering wheel with my palms. “And you are anything but ugly. You’re fucking divine.” I hope she can hear the truth in my words. Never should that thought be in her head. She is anything but ugly.
“Yeah, yeah… I bet you say that to all the girls you fuck.” I peer over at her and watch her shoulders rise and fall with her heavy breathing. Then, all of a sudden, she turns to face me. Her eyes show a mixture of everything I don’t want to see written in them. “It all makes sense. The girl you tried to drown…” She sighs heavily. “Fuck. Fuck!” she yells as her place comes into view.
She reaches for her keys, which she left in the cupholder, and before I can even stop the car, she jumps out, turns around, and pins me with her stormy glare. “If I see you again, I will burn your fucking house down. You hear me?” She waits for me to reply, but when I don’t, she slams the car door and runs to her front door. She struggles to open it, her hand is shaking that much, and she doesn’t look back as she storms inside.
I smile at her anger, and for some reason, it turns me on.
But, fuck!
Did I fuck it up for good this time? I hope not.
It takes everything in me not to go and knock on her door and make her come out again. She will realize soon enough. That despite the fact that she is currently hating me, I know she had just as much fun as I did.