Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 182641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 913(@200wpm)___ 731(@250wpm)___ 609(@300wpm)
Into that black, torn organ I’m shocked still beats in my chest.
“Beautiful. Gorgeous. Fucking stunning.”
Look at that, a blush …
“Compared to what?” Her arms loop around my middle, head dipped back to keep those eyes on mine.
“Nothing,” I answer instantly. “No one. You’re in a league of your own, ma. A fucking beacon, bright and blinding, and mine.”
She pinches her lips together to keep from smiling, but it breaks free regardless.
I lean forward, forcing her to drop back against the soapy hood. “You mine, baby?”
My lips hover over hers, her palms sliding under my shirt. “It doesn’t seem I have a choice.”
“You don’t.”
Her eyes flick back and forth between my own, and slowly, she nods.
“Say it.”
Her tongue comes out to play, flicking my lip ring before tugging it between her lips for a sweet little tug and releasing it with a slow pop. “Yes, Bastian. I am yours.”
“Good,” I whisper. “Now show me.”
Her eyes bulge, desire flares with her surprise, her need, and like I thought she might, she morphs right before me. The wildfire in her gaze, now a pot of molten lava that must be stirred, the possessive grip around my body nothing more than a feeble feathering touch, and then those teeth sink into her puffy bottom lip.
My girl waits for instruction. Waits to be bossed around by her favorite dictator.
By the only one she’s ever chosen ’cause while she might not have made the conscious decision to fall for the punk that is me, she does choose this.
“Belt,” I snap.
Her hands fly between us so fast my dick jumps with excitement, and the soft clink sounds seconds later. Her eyes fly to mine, waiting for what I want next.
“All the way off.”
She tugs it free.
“Drop it.”
She does.
“Take me out, nice and slow.”
Her breath shakes, her body trembling as she follows my instructions.
A car door slams somewhere around us, but she doesn’t look and neither do I.
The heat of her palm has my balls drawing up tight when she wraps her long fingers around my shaft.
Gripping her ass, I tug her to the very edge of the hood, heels still dug into the tire, and flip the front of her skirt up. Her thick swimmer thighs press against mine, barricading us in our own little bubble.
Neon-green panties this time, little pink hearts trailing down the center, my knuckle tracing the path. I move them aside, and she whimpers as I stare down at her needy cunt. “You’re wet.”
I press my knuckles between her folds, sliding up and down, back up and then all the way down, nudging at the tight ring there. She gasps, her hips lifting greedily.
“You want me here?” I add the lightest pressure and her lips part with her nod. Groaning, I move my hand, squeezing her thighs. “That’s too bad, baby, ’cause your pussy needs me right now.” Without warning, I dip two fingers inside her, swiftly pulling them out as she tries to lock me inside. “Look how much she’s crying, begging me to fuck her.” I lift my glossy fingers between us, separating them into a V as I grip the back of her neck and haul her up by it, her eyes begging for more.
I dip my chin, open my mouth, and she knows what to do.
She mimics my movement, slowly, just in case—wouldn’t want to do something she wasn’t supposed to, my good fucking girl.
Slowly, I cover my pointer finger with my mouth, hers in perfect sync, doing the same with my middle, and when I close my lips around the base of it, she does the same. Her nostrils flare at the taste of me covered in her, and as I drag my mouth back, sucking my finger clean, she does the same, a small cry escaping her as she frees the tip.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please,” she begs, shuddering in my arms, and I’ve barely fucking touched her.
“Lead my cock home, my little thief.”
Her hands fumble a few times, her need peaked, her body desperate to feel me sink inside, and she doesn’t have to wait long.
Her throat bobs against my palm and I lick her cheek, hissing as she covers me in silken heat.
“Fuck, you feel so good. Already squeezing.” I rock into her, pumping slowly. “Such a good little slut your cunt is.”
She moans loudly, and my free hand comes up to cover her mouth, a dark brow rising as I use my grip on her neck to lay her back flat on the hood.
My thrusts are slow fucking torture, but the toe-curling kind. I pump and pump.
“There’re people all around. Can’t let them hear my girl.” Pushing her skirt up a little more, I smack at the side of her ass. It’s light, but the slapping sound has her back arching.
She looks so fucking good like this.