Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60852 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I need this part of her.
“You goin’ to let me fuck you, princess, or are you going to stare at my cock all day.”
She looks up at me, then turns so her back is to me and her hands are pressed against the wall. Glancing at me over her shoulder, she murmurs, “Just like you promised.”
Releasing a throaty growl, I take a step toward her, running my fingers over the fading bruises on her back. Every single time I see them, my chest clenches with a rage I’m barely able to control. I want to find that mother fucker and rip him limb from limb. Shaking the thoughts from my head, I grip my cock in my hand before pressing it to her sweet opening.
Her bottom is on display, perfect and round, and fuck if I don’t love her ass.
“When you’re ready,” I murmur, running my finger over her sweet entrance. “I’m going to fuck you here.”
She flinches but doesn’t push away the idea.
She likes it.
I know she does.
Pushing into her, my cock stretches her tight little cunt until she’s gasping against the wall, her fingers turning white as she presses them into it. Inch by inch, I fill her, loving the way she tightens around me. Then, I circle my hand around her waist, and I fuck her. I hold her as gently as I can, but when I fuck her, it’s with raw, primal need.
Her moans of pleasure spur me on, and my cock swells deep within her as I fight back the release so desperately wanting to come forward. I want her to cum first. I want her to scream my name. I want her pussy tight around me as she pulses on my dick. Lowering my hand, I find her clit, hard and ready, and I flick it as I drive my cock into her. It’s all she needs.
Her orgasm is intense, I can tell by the way she moans my name, the way her legs tremble, the way her cunt tightens around me and pulses, milking me until I can’t hold back. I cum inside her with a ragged growl, clutching her against me, bringing her up so I can close my mouth over her neck. She shudders in my arms, and I breathe in her scent, needing to stay here just a second longer.
We’re interrupted by a knock at the door.
Fuck.
“I’ll get it,” she whispers.
“I’m not done with you,” I murmur, releasing her.
Not even close.
I GET DRESSED, AND when I’m halfway down the stairs, I hear a familiar voice. My chest clenches as I round the corner into the living room to see Harper standing there, obviously drunk, crying, and wet. It’s raining out, and it’s clear she has been waiting at the door for a while. Did she hear us fucking? Is that why she’s crying? Janine turns to me, her cheeks still pink, but her eyes are so fucking sad.
“I don’t ...” she says, softly. “You need to deal with her.”
Harper looks to me, hiccupping as a sob leaves her throat.
Fuck.
Walking over, I don’t get a chance to say anything before she throws herself into my arms. Janine flinches, and I know this must be rough on her. I need to get Harper out of this house, but at the same time, I can’t help but feel for her. I know she’s hurting. She hasn’t stopped trying to see me. She has been calling nonstop, texting over and over, and even though I’m trying to be firm, she’s not making it easy.
“I’m sorry,” she wails, pulling back, “I know I shouldn’t be here but ...”
“We’ll talk outside,” I cut her off, my voice gruff. “We’re not doin’ it in here.”
I glance at Janine, who is staring at her feet, and fuck, I hate how much this hurts her.
“Wait outside,” I tell Harper, and watch as she nods, swiping a tear and walking outside.
Taking a step toward Janine, she stops me with her hand up. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself. I know you weren’t expecting her. Go, make sure she’s okay.”
“I ended it with her, Jaybird. I meant that.”
“We’ll talk after,” she says, softly. “Just make sure she gets home safe.”
Nodding, I give her a long look before turning and walking outside. Harper is standing on the porch, soaked, and still sniffling. She turns when I step out and gives me an embarrassed look. “I know I shouldn’t be here, Brian, but you won’t answer my calls and ... I feel like I’m going crazy. I can’t control my mind. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want you. Do you know how that feels?”
“Know exactly how that feels,” I murmur. “But, Harper, I made myself clear. I don’t want to hurt you, and it fuckin’ kills me to see you cry, but I made my choice.”