Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
“Baptist,” I groan.
But he’s not done with me. He turns me around on the bed, spreads my legs wide, and licks me from behind, lapping me up. When I protest, he shoves my face down into the silken sheets and holds me there as he teases my sensitive clit with his fingers.
“That’s right,” he whispers and I feel his cock press against my dripping, gaping entrance. “Now I want to hear you say my name again.”
“Baptist,” I whimper. “Fuck, Baptist. I want you.”
“Tell me you want me inside of you.”
“I want you inside of me right now.”
“Tell me you want me to fuck your soaking little pussy.”
“Fuck my wet pussy, Baptist. I’m soaking for you, please.”
He sinks himself slowly inside of me and I gasp as pleasure and pain rips into my mind. He’s thick and long and fills me to the brim, and takes his time, in and out, groaning as he does it like he’s loving the way my pussy clings to him and clenches around his shaft.
The gentleness doesn’t last. The beast inside of Baptist comes out as he begins to fuck me faster. He spanks my ass again and again, turning it pink, and rips himself deeper and deeper. I gasp and whimper and take him, my back muscles working and hips rolling, as I buck against him like I’m a greedy girl. I want him to tell me I’m good, like I’ve earned his cum between my legs, and I keep going, panting and moaning as the pleasure takes me again.
He’s rough and unrelenting. He kisses me over my shoulder and bites my back and slaps my ass until he pins my hands to the bed and dominates me completely. I’m at his mercy, utterly under his control, and he takes me again and again, until he finally releases one wrist in order to wrap a hand around my hips and roll a finger against my clit.
I scream with pleasure as it explodes through me. I can’t take it anymore. I bite down onto a pillow as he works my clit and fucks me like a monster, and I come in a lightning storm of electric pleasure. It’s so intense and so fucking hot, the more glorious orgasm of my life, exceeding anything I’ve ever dreamed about before, and I swear I black out for a few seconds. When I’m done, I’m a quivering mess on the bed and he’s smirking at me, stroking himself, head tilted.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Blair,” he whispers, and that name, Blair, makes my head go dizzy.
He always calls me Webb.
But now, I’m Blair.
He slides his cock into my mouth. I moan as I suck him, faster and faster.
“You’re so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around my tip.” He cups my face and smiles before he holds me down and fucks me again. This time, he’s fast and unrelenting, biting my nipples and mouth, until he finally unleashes an orgasm between my legs, filling me to the hilt.
We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty sheets. I’m mindless, boneless, floating. He’s a massive bear, breathing hard.
I don’t know how this happened, and now I have to process.
He pats my rump and snuggles tighter. “You are a good girl, Webb,” he whispers and kisses my neck.
I smile and let him hold me.
I should pull back. I should get dressed, shower, go home. Max will be getting back from school soon.
But fuck it. To hell with it all.
This feels good, and if I’m supposed to find meaning in my world, meaning in the little moments, the good moments, the pleasure that comes with having a body and using it to its limits, then I’m going to stay. I’m going to enjoy. To hell with everything else.
My phone begins to ring.
“Shit,” I whisper, shaking my head. “Shut up.”
“You should get it.”
“Why?”
“It could be Max’s school.”
I groan. “Fuck. Shit. Damn it.” I tear myself from the bed and pad into the other room. The phone’s lying on the kitchen counter and I barely grab it before it goes to voicemail. I’m standing completely naked, skin mottled red from all that hard work, and Baptist leans against the wall, his thick half-hard cock bare, his arms crossed over his muscular chest.
“Hello?”
“Suit.” Cowan’s voice is a croak. I stifle the urge to tell him to fuck off. “I have something for you.”
“We returned your lead actor. I fucking hope you’re looking after him.” I glance at Baptist and his stare is hard.
“Rodrick is fine. This is about the movie, suit. I’m bringing the script over to your apartment right now. Where are you?”
My mouth falls open. The script? Is he serious right now? “I’m running some errands but I can be back in—” I close my eyes and do some mental math. “Twenty minutes.”
“Fine. Be there.” He hangs up.