Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62497 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
“What do we have here?” asks a voice.
I didn’t hear anyone come up behind me.
That’s because this woman makes me weak.
Without thinking, one hand stays on her hip, my cock at her entrance, and my other hand reaches for my gun.
I aim and shoot as I thrust into her.
Fucking heaven.
Twenty-Five
Mayve
Someone speaks, but that doesn’t seem to stop him.
I feel him at my entrance.
As I go to move, his hand grips my hip, and I hear a loud bang. I want to jump or scream, but my body betrays me instead, and I arch my back.
“Tell me, have you missed me?” When I don’t say anything, too lost in what’s happening, I hear the sound of a wrapper crinkling, followed by what seems to be him spitting, before I feel him at my back entrance. But that can’t be possible, he’s already inside me. I try to see over my shoulder, but there’s no light and I can only just make him out as it is. “You’ll be rewarded, now fucking speak.”
“Yes, I missed you,” I tell him. It’s not a lie. I have missed him. I’ve tried not to. I’ve tried to imagine what it would be like without him. Would I still be as confident as I am when he’s around?
“Good skank,” he praises, as I feel something enter my other hole. I scream, and he slowly moves his hips in and out of me like it’s the perfect torture. “Who else has fucked you like this?”
I moan. It’s literally all I can do. I feel so full. And so needy at the same time. He moves, and I move with him, wanting him to go faster. I need more. But whatever is in my ass has stopped, and Kenzo is moving at a torturously slow pace.
“Kenzo,” I call his name, and he leans forward, kissing my back as he stops his movements.
“What?”
“I really need to come.”
“How badly?” he asks, trailing kisses over my neck and shoulders. “How badly?” he growls, and my fingers dig deeper into the dirt beneath me.
“Very badly. Please,” I beg.
He chuckles, and his mouth moves away, and before I can say anything else, he starts moving again, not just his hips but the thing in my ass too. I groan as both hit the perfect spots.
“Why should we divorce when we can have this?” He removes whatever was in my ass, grips both of my hips, and pulls me flush against him so he is deep inside me. A loud moan slips from my lips before I can stop it, and I arch my back as he continues his onslaught.
One hand moves from my hips and circles down to my clit. The cold night air assaults my ass, but it’s the least of my concerns right now. I can only think about what he’s doing and how good it feels. He flicks my clit a few times, and that’s all it takes. I come hard, my fingers digging into the ground, pulling up fistfuls of dirt and squeezing them.
He keeps thrusting until he comes himself. Then he slides out of me slowly, and I fall face-first onto the ground, not a care in the world.
“Your ass sure does look good right now.” I feel him bite my left cheek, and I don’t even have the energy to tell him not to. Or that this was a mistake—a good one, but still a mistake. Turning my head, I see him stand. He picks up his phone, and it lights him up. He doesn’t look so mad right now, but when he turns it around, and the light hits a spot not far away, I see what that noise was before. I had almost forgotten about it. A man lays face down on the ground. I scream and try to get up, but as I do, I fall straight into a hole.
“Oh my God! Oh my God.”
Kenzo jumps down into the hole next to me, then lifts me up and out in one swift movement.
I scramble to stand, pulling my dress down as I do. “Did you kill him?” I ask. If I don’t look, maybe it won’t be true. I hear him huff as he climbs out of the hole. His phone is back in his hand to use the light as he looks for something. I see him pick up his gun, a condom on the barrel of it.
“Did you put that…”
He smirks, and I know that’s my answer. He absolutely used that.
“How could you?” I scream at him, feeling violated. He pockets the condom and puts the gun in the back of his pants as he walks over to me. He leans down, his lips inches from mine.
“You enjoyed it. Are you going to lie now?” he asks.
“You stuck a gun in my ass!” I shriek.