Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
My hand closes around the base of the dildo, lifting it to my lips, and without even a moment of hesitation, I open wide, lapping up every drop of her arousal and tasting just how fucking sweet she is.
My knees buckle, and as I place the dildo exactly where she’d put it, I drop down, catching myself at the base of her bed, being careful not to wake her, knowing without a doubt that Kyah Bailey is about to change the fucking game.
Soon, Kyah, my sweet little devil. So fucking soon.
12
KYAH
My eyes spring open as a loud banging booms through my apartment, and I cringe, the morning sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. My head immediately starts to pound, and I instantly regret my decision to try and keep up with Nat last night.
What the hell was I thinking? I know better than that. Nat is a beast when it comes to holding her liquor. On the other hand, I like to think I can handle it, but in reality, I’m the biggest lightweight to ever walk the planet.
Dragging my hand over my face, I try to adjust to the bright morning, but let’s face it, it’s no use. Nothing but a screaming orgasm is going to help this hangover. Though the one I had last night was pretty fucking good. Hell, I still feel my legs shaking.
That was intense. I don’t usually use the big boy, but when my hand curled around the base and I pulled it out, I couldn’t resist giving it a go. I had to take it slow at first. I wasn’t sure it would really fit, but the tequila and the vibration of Viper’s bike under my pussy really gave me the extra encouragement I needed. Then once I was comfortable and I’d adjusted, there was no stopping me. Hell, I don’t think I can go back to using my other ones now. It’s a sad day in hell for the rest of my collection. I’ll have to host a wake for them. I could make miniature caskets and then send them out in a blaze of glory.
A soft beep fills my room, and I groan, rolling over to find my phone, and as I scoop it up, I see a new notification from Alex. My stomach sinks.
“Oh no,” I mutter to myself, dread filling my veins.
What the hell did I do?
As I unlock my phone and open the next text from Alex, I mentally prepare myself, trying to go over everything that happened last night and hoping like hell I didn’t throw myself at him and embarrass the shit out of myself. But come to think about it, maybe it was Viper I was throwing myself at.
Shit. This calls for damage control.
Ignoring the thousand new texts from Crew, I open the single one from Alex.
Alex - Open the fucking door, Mace.
What the fuck?
My gaze scans over the message just as the same loud banging sounds through the apartment again, and I fly up in bed, my eyes wide with horror. My blanket falls to my waist and I quickly realize I’m still butt-naked.
What the hell did I say to this guy to deserve an early morning wake-up call in the form of loud banging? Perhaps I did try and throw myself at him after his declaration in the alleyway not to touch me until I’d worked out what I wanted.
Fucking tequila. Every time I have even a sip, it’s as though my body just decides to be a reckless asshole with no concern for my health or safety. Hell, last time Crew poured tequila down my throat, I let him screw me all night, and look how that turned out. I’m just glad Viper had the decency to keep his hands off me, though I’m almost certain I offered to suck his dick in the middle of the street.
The banging at the door sounds again, and I cringe, my gaze falling back to Alex’s message only to realize there’s a message above, but not the one I remember sending last. No, this is a brand-new text from me, one sent at precisely two thirty-eight this morning.
Dread fills my veins, and I scan over the message, my heart racing faster with every passing second.
Kyah - You’re right. I thought about fucking you all day. Thought about your tongue working my clit. Your fingers pushing deep inside of me. How it would feel riding your cock, and how my walls would squeeze you so damn tight you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day. I want you, Mr. Parkour, but you don’t get to touch any of this. I’m about to fuck myself. I’m going to take myself so fucking deep, and when it’s too much for me to handle, when I come so hard I pass out, I’m not going to scream your name.