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)
I look up, proud of myself when I see the absolute pleasure in his eyes and just how rock-hard his cock is.
“You’d better hold off on that for a little bit,” he says with a grin, and I laugh along with him, teenage fascination returning as we shift position to lie side by side.
It’s all hands and kisses as we go back in. He fascinates me. Every ridge, every curve, every inch of skin. The fire in his eyes is enough to drive me crazy, and the quirkiness of his affectionate laugh drives me wild.
I feel like a nervous virgin when he returns his efforts to my pussy. By the time his mouth is back on my clit, I’m already way too close to the edge to hold back. I’m hungry for his fingers, but he only gives me a short, sharp thrust – holding them curled towards my clit as he sucks me.
And yes. Fuck. I can’t stop looking at him as I come.
The sight of him between my legs is enough to send shivers right the way up my spine, and I hold him as I ride the climax. Hold his head, hold his hair, hold his shoulders. Touching, touching, touching as he tips me over the edge.
It feels magical.
I’m still panting as he climbs back on top of me, and he doesn’t feel vanilla in the slightest as he raises my thighs up high with the strength of a warrior. His cock is ready, glistening wet and desperate, and so is my pussy. He rubs the head against my slit and I’m nodding with yes, yes, please… and I mean it this time. It’s not a token game of please like I have in the mattress room. I want Gerwyn inside me with everything I’ve got, and I tell him so.
This time, my please is right from the heart.
“Please fuck me, Gerwyn.”
His smile is incredible.
I gasp as he positions himself.
Yes.
He takes a breath, looks me in the eye.
Please.
And we’re ready. Ready. So fucking ready.
Until the voice sounds out at the side of the bed.
Ant’s words are as cold as ice.
“You’d better get the fuck away from my fiancée, you cheating piece of shit. Right fucking now.”
Gerwyn
Ant’s words are like a sledgehammer. His stance says it all. A glare that wants to shred me to pieces, his arms folded tight.
It’s Cass that answers him, her eyes open wide.
“Ant, what–?” she tries, but he ignores her.
He paces to the bottom of the bed and picks my shirt up, tossing it over at me in abject rage.
“I said, get the fuck away from my fiancée, you cheating cunt.”
Our mood is shattered. Both Cass and I staring over at the man she loves. That I love. That we love. The man who told us to have sex tonight, right in front of him. But Jesus Christ, I’ve been blind to what I didn’t want to see. I should’ve known. He’s been offering me a noose to hang myself.
I hide my dick under my shirt, hating how naked I feel.
“You gave us permission,” I attempt.
His scowl is ruthless. “Congratulations for taking me up on it, asshole, now get the fuck out of my house and don’t even think about coming back.”
I look at Cass, and she seems even more surprised than I am. She’s still in the heady shock of denial, staring over at Ant with her mouth open.
He throws my pants straight at me, still ignoring her.
“Gerwyn, get the fuck out of here. I want you fucking gone. Right now. Pack up and fuck off.”
He storms out of the bedroom before I can respond, throwing the door open with such force that the handle thumps the wall. Cass gets up from the bed and quickly wrestles herself into her dress before shooting off after him on skittish feet.
Ant! What the hell? You said we could do this!
Yes, he encouraged us, testing us. But no, he didn’t mean it, he was snaring. Like he does at work, in life… in love too, it seems. So, what the fuck was I doing? How the hell did I ever think this was going to be ok?
I’m such a fucking fool.
De Chante and being in love with his fiancée, that’s what the fuck I was doing. A ridiculous blur of fantasy was how the hell I thought it was going to be ok.
I can still hear Cass’s voice at high pitch, but she’s too far away for me to make out her words. My heartbeat is thumping in my temples as I tug up my pants, cursing myself.
Ant storms past my open doorway to pound his way downstairs, and Cass is following him, trying her best to calm him down. Her what the fucks are already morphing into apologies.
Sorry, Ant! it wasn’t like that! I’m sorry!