Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28145 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
Because as crazy as this could seem to others, Leighton had a feeling that she was exactly where she was meant to be, and when she heard James suck his breath, it was almost as if...
It couldn't be...or could it?
Did he also believe in the same thing? Did he also think they were meant to be together?
The notion was as terrifying as it was tantalizing, but just as her lips parted, and she was mustering the courage to ask him this very thing—-
"Ah!"
A gasp escaped her as James suddenly started moving, and all thoughts flew out of Leighton's head. His thrusts were nothing but shallow, steady jabs at first, almost as if he was giving her time to adjust to his girth, and it was only when Leighton's hips started instinctively lifting up that the rhythm completely changed.
He was ploughing her pussy harder and deeper now, and faster, so much faster that Leighton could barely catch her breath as her world started to spiral.
Feeling her inner muscles clench around him had James swearing under his breath, and beads of sweat dotted his face as he pumped his hips more furiously, his hands gripping her thighs tightly as he slammed into her over and over until his balls finally started to tighten—-
His gaze locked with hers, and James gritted out, "Now, baby." He felt her shudder at his words, and he deliberately pulled out one more time just so he could thrust back into her as he growled, "Come for me, Leighton. Now."
Even as the steely note of authority in his voice frightened and thrilled Leighton at the same time, it was almost as if she needed James' dominating touch before she could reach her peak—-
And then she was cumming.
"James, oh God!"
James' own body shuddered at her keening cry—-
Fuuuuuuck!
His eyes squeezed shut at the force of his own orgasm, his own fucking body turning rigid as he exploded inside of her. She was crying over and over now, and he was ramming into her again and again as he filled her pussy with his cum.
God, she felt good.
So fucking good.
And as his thrusts slowed down to a stop, he saw her eyes drift open—-
Beautiful.
He couldn't remember seeing anything more beautiful than Leighton at that moment, with her eyes still hazy with desire, her cheeks becomingly flushed, and her lips slowly forming a shy smile.
Just so fucking beautiful that what happened afterwards was like having the fucking devil gatecrashing his honeymoon—-
The door of his bedroom suddenly slammed open, and a woman started screaming.
"What the hell, James? Is this skank why you broke up with me? A fucking cleaner?"
"AND THAT'S WHAT HAPPENED," Leighton finished numbly. "She was so mad, she...she tried scratching my face, and James had to pin her down to the bed just so I could get away."
"Didn't James try to explain or talk to you?" Vixen asked.
"He t-tried, but I just wasn't...I just wanted to leave at that point, and a little after that..." Leighton managed half a smile. "That's when you found me."
Vixen saw Leighton's lip start trembling again, and the sight made her feel so horribly helpless. "I'm so sorry, Leighton."
Christopher, feeling Vixen nudge his foot, said hastily, "I'm sorry, too."
"It's fine."
Or so Leighton said, but it was obvious by the other girl's demeanor that things were far from fine, and Vixen gnawed at her lip as she reviewed the chain of events in her mind. "If you don't mind me asking..." At Leighton's nod, Vixen carefully considered her next words before speaking. "What happened was obviously beyond distressing, but whoever that woman was—-"
"Harlene Thompson." Christopher had thought he was being rather helpful by supplying the name, but when both girls frowned at him, he suddenly realized he had uninentionally dug his own grave...for the nth fucking time.
"So you know her, do you?"
Vixen was being jealous again, and although it was still six parts scary, Christopher could no longer help himself—-
"Oww!" Vixen didn't know whether to feel flattered or irritated when Christopher suddenly pinched her cheeks like they were marshmallows he wanted to tear off and eat. She supposed it depended on why he was doing it, and when her gaze lifted suspiciously to his—-
Christopher reluctantly released her cheeks with a sigh, saying, "You're just too fucking cute." Oh. Well. Vixen, just a bit flustered now, had to clear her throat in a bid to regain her composure. "Anyway, as I was saying. That woman, Harlene Thompson—-"
When Vixen's tone turned rather snippy again, Christopher was ready this time, and he said right away, "I only know her because James introduced the woman to me at a party. That's it. You can Google her—-"
He stopped speaking since both girls were already doing it, and a moment later he saw Vixen's gaze turn assessing while Leighton's face started losing color again.