Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 677(@200wpm)___ 541(@250wpm)___ 451(@300wpm)
She presses against me harder, her breath coming in frantic little gasps, her body moving with mine in a way that has my cock throbbing with need.
"Still hate me?" I murmur against her lips, smirking when she doesn’t answer.
She can’t. Her body says it all.
She’s practically riding my thigh now, chasing the friction, arching into me like she needs more.
I drag my lips down the line of her jaw, then lower, nipping at her throat. She shudders.
"Say it again," I taunt, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to her pulse. "Tell me how much you hate me. Hate this."
She doesn’t. She won’t.
But I already fucking know.
I watch her through hooded eyes, drinking in the way she trembles beneath my hands, the way she clings to me like I’m the only thing keeping her upright.
I grip her thighs, shifting her further up my leg, and she gasps as I roll my own hips against her.
"You can stop me, you know," I tell her. "If you hate me so much, then tell me to stop, and I will."
Her breathing is erratic, her heart hammering so loudly I can almost hear it, and I already know that she won’t stop me.
And fuck, I want her. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.
I don’t just want to kiss her.
I want to wreck her.
I want to ruin her for anyone else.
She doesn’t answer, but she moves. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of my hoodie, dragging over my abs, and my skin burns under her touch.
"You really do like playing with fire, don’t you?" I hiss.
She swallows hard, her fingers pressing harder against my stomach.
And then - dio.
She moves away from the lockers, sliding down my body in one slow, deliberate motion, her hands trailing lower as she sinks to her knees.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Understanding slams into me like a freight train just as her fingers curl into the waistband of my sweatpants.
I don’t even have time to react before she tugs them down in one smooth movement, freeing my cock from the confines of my clothing.
My jaw clenches.
I’m so fucked.
I exhale sharply, reaching down and tangling a hand in her hair, tilting her chin up until our eyes meet.
For a moment, she just watches me, her tongue darting out over her lips, teasing.
"That’s right, baby," I murmur, my thumb dragging slowly across her lower lip.
She shivers.
"Show me exactly how much you hate me."
Daphne lets her lips part slightly, lets her breath fan against my cock, teasing me - taunting me - with the barest ghost of a touch. I know exactly what she’s doing, and dio, if I didn’t already want to ruin her, I sure as hell do now.
I fist my hands in her auburn hair, watching her through hooded eyes, my body strung tight like a live wire.
"Fuck, bella," I mutter, my voice rough, strained. "You're going to be the death of me."
She smirks - because of course she fucking does - and then, finally, she lets her tongue swirl over the head of my cock.
A curse rips through my throat, and my grip in her hair tightens. She watches me with wide eyes as she repeats the motion. My jaw clenches as her hand wraps around my length, moving in slow, deliberate strokes that have my hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Fanculo," I hiss, my head thumping back against the lockers behind me. Fuck you.
She’s killing me.
She presses a slow, lingering kiss to the tip of my cock, and the moment her tongue flicks over the sensitive head again, I have to fight the urge to just grab her by the hair and take control.
Because she’s new to this. I can tell.
But she’s curious. Enthusiastic.
And that alone has me gripping onto the last shreds of my self-control.
She licks a slow stripe up my cock, her hand working in tandem with her mouth, and I groan low in my throat, my thighs tensing beneath her touch.
"Fucking tease," I grumble, my voice thick with frustration.
Daphne just hums in amusement before sucking the head of my cock into her mouth, and fuck, my hips buck at the sensation, completely unrestrained.
Her green eyes flick up to mine, wide, and dio santo, I have to physically stop myself from losing it right then and there.
She looks so fucking good like this - on her knees for me, her mouth stretched around my cock, her cheeks hollowed as she takes as much of me as she can.
It’s too much.
It’s not enough.
Her fingers tighten around the base of my cock, her hand twisting, her mouth working in tandem with it, and I swear I feel my legs go weak beneath me.
"Cazzo," I groan, barely managing to suck in a breath as her tongue moves against me. "Look at you."
She moans around me, the vibrations shooting straight through my spine, and I swear I feel my cock twitch in her mouth.