Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I used my own towel and returned to the bedroom.
“Hayes, I’m sorry.” She spoke behind me. “I didn’t want to entangle you in my mess. You’re an honorable man. If something had gone wrong tonight, and you had been caught–”
“That was for me to decide.” I whirled and reached for her.
She stood with the towel tucked around her ripe breasts, her hair still dripping. She stepped into me, bringing her hands to my bare chest, but I captured her wrists. I used them to spin her around and pin them behind her back, folding her torso over the bed. It was reminiscent–but a much gentler version–of the badass move I’d seen her perform on the traffic stop with that drunk on the side of the road.
For once, she didn’t fight as I held her in place. There was no wrestling match this time. No competition between us that I let her win. I was having my way tonight, and we both knew it. I held her two wrists in one hand and used the other to pull off her towel.
I clapped a heavy hand down on her ass, making her startle and squirm. I repeated the action on the other cheek then stopped to rub away the red prints left by my fingers. “When are you going to get it through your beautiful head that I’m here for you?”
I spanked her again, hard enough to make her jerk.
“Hmm?”
Another spank.
“Hayes.”
“Rafael.”
I spanked her again.
“I’m here to stick, Megan. I’m not going anywhere.”
I slapped her again.
“I’m not going to abandon you like your mom and dad did. If you have problems, I’m going to share them. Help you with them. You don’t think I’m strong enough to handle them?”
She didn’t answer, only whimpered. If she’d told me to stop, to let her up, I’d have released her instantly. But it seemed she needed to have me do this, to hear what I had to say. To take the punishment she deserved.
That she needed because no one else had stuck around to give one to her.
I delivered three more hard spanks.
“Now climb up on that bed, I’m going to fuck you until know you’re mine.”
I knew it was true when Megan scampered to obey. She may be a world-class cat burglar and a badass sheriff’s deputy. She may have refused me a first or second date, pushed me away at every turn, and handcuffed me to her fucking bed to keep me from following–to protect me–but right now, at this moment, she was my woman. Eager to make things right. Ready to receive me.
I grabbed a condom from my wallet, ripped it open, and rolled it on before climbing over her. Vulnerability flickered in Megan’s eyes as she glanced at me.
I gave her a hard kiss. A claiming kiss.
I’d been patient. I’d taken things at her pace. But I was done. She was mine, and I was going to fuck her so hard she’d remember it for days.
My tongue swept between her lips at the same time the head of my cock nudged at her entrance. She reached down to grasp my dick and tucked the head inside her entrance.
“Fuck,” I groaned at how wet she was. From nothing but a hard spanking.
Then I couldn’t hold back. I speared her with a hard thrust, sinking all the way in to the hilt, then drawing back and thrusting again. Her head flew toward the broken headboard, and I caught her by the nape to keep her from hitting it.
“That’s right, baby doll. You’re going to take every inch of me tonight, aren’t you?” I growled.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Yes, Rafael.”
Fuck, yes! She finally said my name, and damn if it didn’t make my dick even harder to hear it from her gorgeous lips. Her head was tossed back, her eyes closed. Her wet hair was a tangle on the pillow.
I drilled into her, already at a finishing speed, even though we’d just started. The need to fully own her flushed me with heat.
“Who’s going to satisfy you?” I demanded.
“You are,” she gasped.
I fucked her harder.
“Who’s going to make you come?”
Her eyes fly open. “You are.”
“That’s right, baby doll. Every. Fucking. Night. And who’s going to stick through thick and thin?”
The cry that escaped her lips sounded pained, but I knew it wasn’t from the physical pounding I was giving her. It was the emotional one. I was demanding something from her. Serving it up. Making her see what was real and true between us. What we needed. What we were. What we could be.
“Say it,” I gritted, sweat beading on my forehead. My balls were heavy stones, ready to release.
“You are, Rafael.” She arched up, her cunt squeezing tight around my dick as she came.
“Oh no, baby doll. I’m not nearly done with you,” I said, when she was done. I pulled out and rolled her over to her belly. I entered her from behind, loving the new angle, the way my cock bottomed out along her front wall, making her moan-cry with pleasure. Just looking down at her, seeing the long line of her spine, her upturned ass all red from her spanking, the way her lips were spread around my thrusting dick…