Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78850 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“I guess she’ll watch you fucking me.” His voice is not even that quiet, just rather soothing.
My core clenches.
“Oh my God. I can’t do this.” I shake my head, but his hands easily hold me in place.
“Sit on my cock, Raven.” He wraps one hand around my neck and places the other on my hip.
“This is so bad.” I groan.
“Fuck me,” he demands.
One of my hands reaches for the wrought iron headboard as I look down at him.
“Do it… oh, Raven… yeah, that’s it, baby.” His eyes hold mine as I slide my slick, swollen pussy onto his hard cock, unable to stop myself from moaning.
“Yeah, that’s my naughty girl,” he growls when I lift myself up and pound down on him.
I try to stay quiet while he holds me still, and I feel his thick cock deep inside me.
“Such a naughty girl. You like fucking Mr. Powers, don’t you?” His one hand digs into my hip, guiding me as I rub my clit back and forth on him.
“I do,” I whisper, reaching for the headboard with my other hand, so I can fuck him as deep as I can take him.
“I’m inside you.” His other hand tightens on my throat as he controls the tempo. “Easy, baby, I can feel your cunt wanting to come, and we’re just getting started.”
“Please…” I whisper, almost frantic to orgasm. What if my mom wakes up?
He lets go of my neck and lifts me off him. “No.” I almost burst into tears. What the hell?
“Shhh, you don’t want Rachel to wake up, do you?” He rolls me under him.
“Jett…”
“Quiet.” His lips take mine and his tongue invades my mouth, claiming me.
Strong.
Controlling.
Fucking mesmerizing. And I’m gone. A piece of me will die tonight, a piece that I’ll give to him.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby.” He thrusts into me as we both groan at how good it feels.
Arching my head back, I stifle a moan while he sucks on my neck.
“Christ, I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you,” he grunts, looking up into my eyes, fucking me hard.
In and out, I feel everything, my body tightening, climbing, preparing to soar.
“That’s it, Raven. Now come for Daddy,” he murmurs into my lips.
“Oh my God.” My nails dig into his back as I go over, my core pulsing and spasming while he kisses me through it all.
Undone is as close as I can come to describing this wild, uncontrollable feeling. Sounds are gone, but I feel his cock swell, then jerk deep inside me.
I submit to this debauchery.
I make no excuses, nor do I have any more guilt.
He is and always will be my dark obsession.
JETT
“Are you mad at me about last night?” Rachel sets her coffee cup down, looking every bit her age this morning.
“No, why?”
I’m gonna burn in hell.
“I feel like you’re… avoiding me.” She sighs, then looks up. At least she’s taken a shower, her face washed clean of that Joker look.
“You were tired. I tucked you in and went to sleep myself.”
Yep, definitely burning in hell.
I stand, leaning down to kiss the top of her head, which feels coarse from too much dyeing, and move to the refrigerator for some orange juice.
“So what dress should I wear tonight?” Rachel tries to break the uncomfortable silence, and the fact that I’m completely distracted.
She’s right. I am avoiding her, like pretending to sleep when her hands went roaming this morning and my dick stayed soft.
I’m trying to console myself that my cock is just worn out from last night. Because, fuck, that was hot, and wrong, and completely depraved. And I loved every second of it.
The fuck was I thinking?
“Jett?” Rachel’s voice brings me back to her, and the acknowledgment that she’s not Raven. What am I doing? I’m pushing forty. This has to stop.
“You look lovely in anything you wear,” I say automatically. Spewing compliments is my forte. They easily spill from my lips: you look gorgeous, you’re stunning. Yet there’s only one woman who takes my breath away.
I need to get my head examined and think about staying away.
Her wet cunt squeezing my cock as she came, over and over, both of us wrapped up in our own world, heightened by the allure of being caught.
Not that it was unfeasible—once Rachel passes out, she’s out. But Raven didn’t know that, and fuck, it was good.
It’s a new day, though, and this obsession has run its course. I need to focus on my fiancée.
“I’m gonna go for a quick run, and then you want to go to the farmers’ market? Or do you want to nap? I can always work.” Sitting back down, I give her my full attention, forcing myself not to compare her tanned, lasered skin to Raven’s fresh, natural glow.
“How about we take a nap together?” Rachel glides the tips of her pointy, clawed nails up and down my forearm, her red silk bathrobe hanging open on purpose, so my eyes can feast on her large, fake breasts. And I do. I stare, waiting, no, praying for an erection.