Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
With each thrust, he had to keep counting in the back of his mind to stop himself from blowing his load like a horny teenager. He wanted Willow to love this as much as he did.
Now he owned all of her body.
He had already fucked her tits the way he wanted. That very morning in fact. They had been in the shower, and Willow had asked him what he wanted, and he told her. Much to his surprise, she had done so, right there and then, and he’d come all over her chest and neck. Seconds later, he’d been the one to wash it away, but she was a dream. His dream.
He didn’t want to leave, which was why the club was coming to him. There was no way he was leaving Willow. She belonged to him now.
He held onto her hips as he felt his orgasm, and this time there was no holding back. He wanted to, but he couldn’t do it. He thrust inside her tight asshole and found his peak, thrusting deep, and spilling wave upon wave of his cum deep inside. Rebel didn’t pull away.
“Touch your pussy,” he said.
“Rebel?”
“I want to be inside your ass when you come, now touch your fucking pussy.”
For a few seconds, he thought she was going to argue with him, but then the moment she touched her clit, he felt her ass tighten around him. He closed his eyes, and it was torture to his oversensitive cock to feel her playing. It was hard to do when he was buried deep inside her cunt, so in her ass, it was a whole new experience.
Rebel heard her soft pants that quickly escalated, and then she came. His name once again echoed off the walls as she came hard. He loved the sound of his name. And he knew he was going to keep loving it.
Just as he had fallen in love with this woman. Rebel had never felt love before. Willow was love. She was everything he had been missing in his life and searching for. He just didn’t realize it at the time.
He couldn’t let her go.
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The following morning, Willow woke up, and it was … quiet. Too quiet.
She reached out but she already knew Rebel wasn’t in the bed, because the warmth she had gotten used to was gone. There were no scents or noise coming from the kitchen. Whenever Rebel woke up before her, he always started the coffeepot. He had more of a caffeine addiction than she did.
He also liked to cook. Not a whole lot, but he made a good breakfast, as long as she didn’t mind shell in her scrambled eggs. She opted for a big fat no, but she was happy to eat everything else. Rebel had stopped cooking the eggs, as he had nearly thrown up as he took a bite of scrambled eggs and they crunched.
Willow sat up in bed and sadness pierced her heart because she just knew he was gone. His leather cut was often hanging on the door of the wardrobe, but that was gone. There was no sign of him, other than the indent on the pillow beside her.
Rebel had left.
Their moment was over.
She took a deep breath, then another, in an attempt to stop the tears, but nothing was working. She felt this giant hole in her chest, and it was splitting apart. For the first time in her life, she had fallen in love and it had meant nothing.
Throwing the blankets off her body, she ran to the bathroom and quickly ran the cold tap. She splashed cold water onto her face, trying to stop the tears. She tried to do anything to keep her emotions in check. That was all she wanted to do—to stop herself from feeling anything. The pain was too much.
It was fine.
It would be fine.
She finished splashing water on her face, and then she ran a brush through her hair. The tears were staying at bay, but Willow didn’t know how much longer she would be able to control her feelings. They were exploding inside her chest.
Leaving the bathroom, she grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a large shirt, and pulled them onto her body.
The coffeepot remained empty on the kitchen counter.
She looked for any sign of Rebel. There was nothing.
Willow had wondered many times if he would say goodbye or if he’d just leave. She didn’t know what was worse. Right now, her heart was breaking.
She pressed her hands to her face and was about to just scream in an attempt to gain control of her feelings, but she heard a noise. Dropping her hands, she heard the scuffling sound again. She moved toward the window and pulled back the curtain and as she looked down into the yard of her bar, she was amazed to see lots of bikes. There were so many of them.