Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
“He may seem like a superstar, but Gerwyn’s got no fucking idea what the fuck he’s doing with pussy. Women want to be sluts. They want to take what the fuck they’re given and beg for more, even when they don’t think they do.” He rams his cock deep and pauses with a sneer. “Gerwyn can’t use a woman’s cunt properly because he’s a vanilla piece of shit. That’s probably why Jo cheated and fucked off with someone else. I bet Ger didn’t even know where her fucking clit was.”
That hurts.
My stomach twists at the thought people were saying the same kind of shit about me when Jack left.
I want to challenge Ant for being horrible to Gerwyn, but I can’t. He rams deep again, over and over, too powerful to interrupt, and he’s hitting the spot too well inside me to get my words straight.
His breath is ragged. “Treat a woman like a princess, but fuck her like a whore. They say that for a reason, Cass. Because girls want to be fucked raw like the sluts they truly are. They want to spread their slick wet cunts for the cocks that want to claim them. That’s right, isn’t it, baby? That’s what your cunt needs, isn’t it?”
He slams me again, and Jesus… he has the angle just right. My pussy sounds so wet now as he fucks me fast and rough.
He pauses again, hand tight in my hair, forcing me to look at him. His brilliant green eyes are fierce on mine.
“You know, the guys at work, they say the only way Gerwyn would take a pussy these days is if I was pounding his ass at the same fucking time. They say it’s my dick he wants, not hot sweet cunt. Imagine that, baby?”
His words trigger something in me, and I tense up. The thought of Ant fucking Gerwyn’s ass gives me the weirdest spiky tingles.
“Do you think that’s true?” I manage to ask.
Ant leans in close and whispers straight into my ear. “Why does it matter? Is that what you want, slut? Do you want me to slam Gerwyn’s ass for you?”
I’ve never thought about it before. I’m not sure I’d ever want to see Ant fuck anyone, let alone a guy like Gerwyn… but that’s the thing. I’m not sure. I’ve never been sure about anything Ant’s put in front of me…
“Would you do it?” I ask him.
Fuck, how Ant pounds me at the question, grunting about how I’m a filthy, dirty bitch who wants him to fuck a guy’s ass, and I’m moaning along with him because I can’t stop. Yes, yes, yes, fucking YES, because I’m thinking about it… I’m thinking of Ant fucking Gerwyn… I’m thinking of Gerwyn fucking me…
I come at the same time as Ant does, hard and sharp, and fuck, it leaves me reeling. It’s been fast and rough, and my body is exhausted, but that doesn’t stop my mind keep on rolling.
“Would you do it, for real?” I ask Ant again, with a calmer voice this time.
I wait for the answer with a tiny shiver of something deep, because maybe… just maybe… but no. Ant laughs a sarcastic laugh as he rolls onto his back, staring at me like I’ve asked if he’ll eat a piece of shit.
“Of course I fucking wouldn’t, Cass.”
I feel bizarrely disappointed, cheeks burning up like a total idiot. Ant laughs again and reaches out, pulling me close like it’s a joke we should both be sharing.
“I was playing around, baby. No need to worry, since there’s no way I’ll be fucking Gerwyn’s asshole. I wouldn’t put my dick near him in a million years.”
I’m not worried, though. He’s reading it all wrong. Reading me all wrong, and that gulf only deepens when he carries on talking.
“Sweetheart, I know you need a lot of dick, but it won’t be Gerwyn’s amongst the fray, I promise. For starters, business is business and pleasure is pleasure, and even if I wanted either of us to take Gerwyn – which I fucking don’t – he isn’t a guy I’d let near us in a lifetime. He’s way too damn vanilla for starters.” He smirks. “If he’s got any sense, he’ll get his cock in your pretty little friend, but I doubt it. His dick will stay in his pants for all time at this rate.”
“Maybe he just hasn’t met the right woman yet?” I counter.
“He’s met plenty of women, but hasn’t got on with any of them. Be warned, Cass, he can be a dramatic prick. Making mountains out of molehills and expecting to change the whole of mankind, analysing things over and over with a damn magnifying glass. It would take one hell of a person to put up with that shit and still confess undying love for him. Jo sure didn’t. Even she had her fill and moved on to someone better.”