Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66977 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Thankfully, our tiff is hard to decipher to the outside world due to the Jordan Davis song reverberating around the room. “Why?”
“Because I want us to be like other couples!”
My mouth doesn’t even have time to consider moving.
“Because I wanna be like other people!”
Even through the upbeat country pop her pain is unmistakable.
“Because I don’t always wanna be so fucking different!”
It’s impossible to stop me from lovingly pinching her chin as I bite, “Knock that shit off.”
“I-”
“No.” This time my interruption causes her to clamp her mouth shut. “You are different, Angel Cake, and that’s the shit I fuckin’ love.” Gliding my hand over to cup her cheek is an effortless action. “You are the woman I fuckin’ love.” There’s no missing the hitch in her breath. “You have always been the woman I’ve fuckin’ loved, Arley.” A gentle stroke of my thumb is accompanied by a slow headshake. “I’m not gonna treat you like some random fuck and forget because that’s not who you are. And that’s never gonna be who you are to me.” My hand falls lifelessly back to my side. “So, don’t waste your time wantin’ somethin’ you’re better than or mine by askin’ me to treat the woman I’m givin’ my last name to like some random one-nightstand would’ve been.”
Her teeth dig briefly into her bottom lip before she asks, “You love me?”
“Of course.”
“But you’re like…in love with me?”
“Second verse?” I allow my expression to slightly soften. “Same as the first, Angel Cake.”
“I love you too.”
“I know.”
“Like the in love with you too.”
“Oh, I know.” Cockily grinning can’t be helped. “That’s why I’ll fuck you in the bathroom stall if you want.”
Arley’s initial narrowed gaze transitions to one of excitement.
“I am more than happy to give my woman whatever she really needs from me…” Cradling her fingers with mine occurs at the same time I begin to back up out of the dance space. “Especially in that department.”
After shooting her a reassuring wink, I face forward and lead us to the back corner, opposite of the front doors. We take a left into the men’s room – because in my experience they raise less hell about quickies happening – and don’t stop walking until we’ve made it into the furthest open stall. The instant we’re there, I lock the door. Tug the love of my life over to me. Hoist her off the ground like she weighs nothing and savagely slam her against the nearby wall. Any ability to breathe or speak or second guess this being a good decision is robbed directly out of her mouth. To call the fierce nature my tongue is whipping around anything less than feral would be a fucking understatement, just as describing the ripping of her tiny, lacy panties as anything other than barbaric would be a lie. Determined to give her not only what she thinks she wants but I know she needs is what pushes me to forgo any gentleness I assumed would be necessary post exchanging those three little words. Keeping my mouth mounted on hers, furiously twisting and winding and bending to devour every whimper it can sense, distracts Arley from the frantic motions of my hand unbuckling my belt.
Dropping my zipper.
Yanking my jeans and boxer briefs just low enough to free my cock.
The first thrust inside is so hard it forces her lips to abandon mine in desperation to scream out; however, the force from my forehead knocking against hers smashes the words together. “OhmygodSlater!”
“You know the rules, baby,” I grunt on another heavy heave. “Only.” She’s jerked down into a third sharp stroke. “My.” And another. “Fucking.” Two more. “Name.”
“Slater,” escapes in an airy back bowing whimper that has Arley banging her head against the dingy, taupe painted wall. “Fuck…Slater…”
“That’s what you wanted, right?” Driving my dick deeper has her damn near crawling up the surface trying to reach the ceiling. “To be fucked like this?” Her heels kick into my ass cheeks for mercy. For more. “To let everyone know you’re being fucked like this?” Arley’s soaking muscles ruthlessly swell around my shaft, sucking it in deeper, smearing scorching hot juices on every inch it can reach. “To let everyone know I’m the one fuckin’ you like this?”
“Yes!” She pants, flushed face burying itself into the crook of my neck. “Yes!”
“Then keep fuckin’ screamin my name.”
Scraping my teeth along her salty skin down the side of her neck results in shudders and sharp gasps of air, while clamping them right above her collarbone causes her pussy to mimic the motion, choking my cock to the point I’m now the one struggling to breathe. Torrid wetness trickles past where my balls are slapping her ass to mark my thighs that tighten harder and harder and harder on every primitive pound. Clearly overwhelmed by the steady amount of pressure and pleasure, Angel Cake furiously bangs on the tops of my shoulders.