Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
I was right. The woman was too sentimental.
Chapter 17
Tis the season for warmer weather. Please be sure to dress for the body you have, not for the body you want.
- Public service announcement to men and women everywhere.
Raven
I felt the covers slide down to my ass, and my eyes flew open.
Before I could move a muscle, though, I was pinned down with a hard body on top of me.
Before I could struggle, my hands were pinned up above my head, and my mouth was covered with a large hand.
The way the room was situated in the parking lot, added on to the fact that I closed the blackout curtains before I’d gone to bed, meant I couldn’t see a damn thing.
I could smell, though.
I could feel.
And I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the man on my back was Wolf.
He didn’t say a word as I felt him move against me.
His hard cock was pressed against the seam of my legs, hard and insistent.
I started to thrash so I could get away from him, but he only tightened everything.
His thighs that were holding mine captive. His hand that was keeping the words from spewing from my mouth. His other hand that was holding mine in an unyielding grip above my head.
I couldn’t move a damn thing except for the lower half of my legs, and they were doing no good because the only thing that could reach him was the tips of my toes, and that was only hurting me and not him when I connected with his flesh.
“Go ahead and struggle,” he growled against the back of my neck. “I’m so fucking tired of your bullshit.”
I struggled harder, hating the anger that was in his voice, all of it directed at me.
That wasn’t the way it was supposed to go! I was supposed to be mad at him!
He was the asshole that chose to play dumb instead of just telling me the truth.
“Get off!” I screamed into his hands, bucking my hips.
He chuckled against my neck, then his tongue darted out and licked the line at the base of my neck that he could reach without actually moving his body.
I started to shiver.
In anger and arousal.
The two emotions were powerful by themselves, but together…well, let me just tell you…it was fucking explosive!
The moment Wolf parted my legs with his knees, so fucking rough and intent on what he was doing, my body went electric.
He pressed the head of his hot and hard cock up against my opening, and I melted.
I should’ve fought.
Should’ve screamed and hoped the neighbors heard me.
But I didn’t.
I pushed my hips up, and he grunted with approval.
His hand came off my mouth, and latched onto my hip.
His other hand still held both of mine in place, though, giving me that sense of being taken.
And he did take me.
Hard. Rough. Fast.
“Fuck!” I yelled, my pussy throbbing around his thick cock.
He didn’t slow in his ministrations. He took me so roughly that it was nearly brutal, and I couldn’t stop the cries coming from me.
He read the situation, though, and his hand left my hip to circle around the front.
His skillful fingers went to my clit, so sensitive and distended, causing me to close my eyes in relief.
He didn’t slow his thrusts. Didn’t try to hide his strength from me.
His balls slapped against my clit with every push of his hips.
Our skin was slapping together, the sound filling the hotel room, only adding to the erotic show that was already happening between my legs.
He grunted and suddenly let go of my hands, sitting up straight so he could get the angle he wanted.
“Lift your leg up,” he pushed the back of one thigh, and I lifted it, hoping that was what he wanted.
“Plant your foot on the bed up by your hand,” he instructed me, moving my foot for me.
The move had him going even deeper, and a low groan escaped my lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasped. “Oh, my God.”
He chuckled and shoved forward, stretching not just the limits of my flexibility, but the limits of my pussy.
He filled me so deeply that I could feel the coarseness of his pubic hairs rubbing deliciously against my backside.
“God.”
My vocabulary was severely lacking, but I couldn’t find the ability to speak clearly with the way he was filling me up.
The way his hard chest was pressed against my back.
The way his large hands held me so tightly, almost as if he never wanted to let me go.
Then he started to come.
The feel of his hot come filling me up so fully had elation coursing through my body.
The orgasm that was building waned, but I didn’t worry that he’d leave me hanging.
The moment every last drop was out of his cock and pooling inside of me, he pulled out and rolled me to my back, his still hard cock coming down to grind into my pussy.