Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Another groan escapes my mouth when she grabs my cock.
I’ve wanted nothing more since day one than to fuck her.
Fuck her into oblivion.
But she’s not ready for me, not like this.
“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I say.
She licks her lips and bites on her bottom one, making me even harder. “If you think that, you don’t know me very well.”
“Fuck,” I groan when she starts to rub me, my muscles clenching with need.
Clearly, I don’t, because I don’t think this is in her best interest.
“You should go home,” I say through gritted teeth. “After last night—”
She places a finger on my lips, interrupting me. “I know what I want, and it doesn’t involve talking.”
Well, fuck me. How am I supposed to protect her when she won’t even let me?
Her finger slides down my chest, along every ripple of my abs while she practically salivates. And when she starts fondling my cock with both hands, I do too.
I should tell her to stop. I should turn off the faucet and walk away right now.
I guess this is what they mean when they say love is like a drug … you get addicted faster than you can blink.
Monica
I don’t need him to tell me what I want or what I should do.
I don’t care if it’s right or wrong, if he’s an asshole or a saint, if I’m a good girl or a bad girl.
What I want right now is to show him how much I really like him … and I know he wants this more than anything. He’s wanted me on my knees since day one, but I would never bow to him.
But now? Now I want to show him my appreciation.
So I slowly lower to my knees, right in front of him. His cock is huge and bounces up and down while his pupils dilate at the sight of my mouth hovering over his length.
“Monica …” he groans as I lean in and take him into my mouth.
His muscles clench as I suck him off slowly, his teeth grinding with both greed and pain. He still refuses to let go of that rage, but I’ll make him release it.
I bob up and down, faster and faster, licking him off with my tongue. It’s been so long since I’ve done this, but it feels so damn good. My pussy is already getting wet from just having him in my mouth, and my legs instinctively part to let him see.
See the entire me.
He tried before … but this? This is different. This is my choice.
His eyes trail down my body, every inch causing his dick to pulse inside my mouth, and it only makes me want to suck harder.
“Why are you doing this?” he whispers, a strained gasp following when I lick the tip.
“Because I want to,” I say. “I already told you.”
I suck him off so hard he starts to moan and bite his lip.
“I can’t stop if you don’t,” he groans.
“Then don’t stop,” I reply, looking up into his devilish green eyes filled to the brim with lust. Lust only meant for me and me alone. And fuck me, if that isn’t a turn-on, I don’t know what else is.
One hand is still on the wall behind me while the other finds its way down to my hair. He caresses me, and when I take his cock back into my mouth, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pushes me further, groaning like an animal.
He’s so big inside me it’s hard not to gag, but I try. He pulls out and pushes back in again, and I let myself go to his desire. With a clenched jaw, he fucks my mouth until he’s right on the edge. And I don’t stop sucking until he explodes.
He roars with furor as he comes all over my tongue, the salty taste making me hungry for more. I gulp it down until the drop, and the relief shows on his face. He pants as his cock spills from my mouth, and I lick my bottom lip and lean back, eager for more.
“That’s my thank-you,” I murmur, looking up at him.
But the response I get is far from what I expected.
His face twists into something dark, something vicious that I can only describe as pure agony.
“Get out,” he growls.
I frown and shake my head. “What?”
He lowers his head and looks away. “Get out, Monica. Go home.”
I stand and try to touch him, but he leans away, disgust marring his face.
His words bring tears to my eyes. “Why? I thought that was what you wanted?”
His brows furrow, and he points at the door. “Go. Home.”
A tear rolls down my cheek, but in this shower, no one will see them fall. After everything I just did, after giving my all to him, this is what he gives me? He’ll make me do the walk of shame?