Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40403 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 202(@200wpm)___ 162(@250wpm)___ 135(@300wpm)
“You’re not sorry yet but you will be. I think I have been too gentle, too soft with you lately, waiting for you to figure it out, but now, right now after you have ignored my call for almost two hours, I need to remind you.”
“Remind me of what?” I lift my head and let my tongue peek out. His eyes follow its path across my lips before he squeezes harder.
“That you are my dirty little whore and I own every inch of you. Now bend over so I can make this fuckhole filthy again.” Yes please.
Chapter 14
Jacob
I have been losing my fucking mind over thelast hour or so trying to get in touch with her. Hell, who am I kidding? I have been losing my mind since the moment I met her, but ever since last week when I spotted her father in a meeting with the loan shark. That alone made my skin boil because by their mere association Mila is in jeopardy, but it is when I saw him pass that snake a picture of my woman that I knew my timetable had to be moved up.
I began putting my plan into place and if it weren't for all the safeguards like cloning her phone, shadowing her laptop and putting the GPS tracker under her car, I would never get sleep or work done. When I looked at my GPS and saw she hadn’t left school on time and I had no texts or messages from her my mind went into overtime. I was picturing any number of horrible scenarios where I never got her and our child back. Her ignoring my calls pushed me over the edge of sanity. The very last string of the little bit of sane that still lived in me snapped.
“Bend your head stick this ass out.” On instinct I place my hand between the sink and her belly protecting my kid. My other hand grips her waist viciously, bruising her skin to remind myself she is safe and alright. They are both safe and alright. “God baby you have no idea what a sight you make right now. Your perfect unblemished skin being soiled by my grease monkey hands. These hands are covered in dirt and grime angel. But you don’t care do you?” Slipping my hands into my pants I let them drop to my ankles and work him up and down. My eyes are zeroed in on her upturned cunt, the slippery, warm, sticky place between her legs.
“No. Jake, I don't care. I just want you.” She cries while rocking her ass against the tip of my cock. Each time her crack touches the tip it leaves a trace of cream on her ass cheeks. My compulsion to own her and put my claim on her at every chance forces me to rub it into her skin. It mixes with the grease from my fingers, blending together to create this dark tint, this black muck that should never touch perfection such as this but the asshole in me wants to tarnish her.
“Of course you don’t care, my horny little bitch. You just want this cock huh baby? You want me to slide this beast inside of you and rut over and over until your pussy squeezes the life out of it, isn’t that right, baby?” I slide my cock through her sticky folds and up and down watching her own syrup run between us. Thin lines of sticky devotion stretching from one point to the other. I lean close to her ear and whisper. “Scream whore.” I slam into her pussy and close my eyes when her voice pelts the air.
“JAKE!! YESSS!” I feel her scream through the pulse in her pussy. She tries to pull off but my grip on her hip keeps her firmly in place. Growling in her ear, I pull out and slam back inside the warmest place on earth.
“Shit.” My head hangs and touches her back. “You feel like a goddamn oven angel. Christ. Why is your pussy so fucking good?” The question is rhetorical of course but she answers anyway, her voice whiny and sweet.
“Because you love me and you made me crave it.” Damn right.
“Such a good answer baby. Fuck. Quit wiggling.” Smack
“Oh God. I’m coming, Jake. I can’t stop it. I can’t.” My hairline raises when I realize she is right. She gushes all over my cock, her body jerking and damp. Her cries are desperate and loud. Her words make no sense but they don’t have to. I can feel the frenzy inside of her and her pussy makes sure my cock does too.
“Fucking witch.” I shout before I release my load inside of her. My ear drums practically burst with the velocity of the orgasm. “What the hell, Mila?” I mean it to sound incredulous but it comes off like I am angry. Slowly I pull out of her and turn ehr to face me only to be mortified by the tears in her eyes. Dread sets in when I think I hurt her.”'Baby did I hurt you?’ Lifting her chin I wait for her eyes to meet mine. God, she is so beautiful. Her face is flushed, hair still damp from the shower is stuck to her skin and she looks ethereal, transcendent.