Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“I didn’t ask you what you want. I said I’m ready to use you again. Finish up your shower so you can get me off. Unless you want me to come into the shower to do it. Maybe I’ll throat fuck you today. I’m getting tired of your mouth running, like you have a fucking choice in anything I do to you. It’ll be a lot harder for you to talk with my cock in your mouth.”
“I’m not one of your whores, Vance, and I’m not having sex with you again. I’m definitely not giving you a blow job either. If you so desperately need to get off, maybe go find Sarah. My vagina isn’t taking orders from some boy that thinks he knows me.”
Somehow she’s grown a backbone since the last time we saw each other. I’ll take pleasure in snapping that newly formed bone, along with whatever attitude she plans to give me. I own her now, her pleasure, her sadness, her pain. I hold all the keys, and I'll unlock all the doors I have to prove my points.
She turns off the water a moment before pushing the shower door open.
I’ve seen her naked before but still, the sight of her, it takes my breath away. There’s nothing like it, her beauty is profound. Her wet hair sticks to her skin around her shoulders and collarbone, her breasts are perked up, her light pink nipples rising and falling with every breath she takes. Tiny droplets of water kiss her pale smooth skin like freckles.
My eyes wander all the way south until I’m looking at her perfect little pussy. I’ve got self-control and I would say I’m pretty good at holding onto it, but it takes a lot out of me to not reach out and run my fingers over her and through her folds. My hand twitches with a possessive need to touch her. And I curl it into a fist, digging my nails into my palm to stop the ache.
She steps out of the large shower stall with her head held high, that cute little chin of hers jutted out. If she’s trying to prove that she’s strong and unaffected by me, she’s doing a shit job, and ironically, she’s not a good enough actor which surprises me given all the lying she does.
Not when I can hear the light tremble in her voice and see the subtle shaking of her hands when she reaches for the towel. You’d think she would be able to give an Oscar-worthy performance every time.
I guess not...I guess a liar is only as good as the lies they’re telling.
She wraps the fluffy towel around her torso, covering up the beautiful canvas I had been admiring and wipes the condensation off the mirror with her palm. Then she picks up her toothbrush and starts brushing her teeth, trying her best to ignore me. Adorable. As if I’m that fucking forgettable. Taking a step forward, I center myself directly behind her, lifting a hand, I skim it across her shoulders.
Try and ignore me now. I force myself to smile when I know I should be punching myself in the face, but I can’t help it. She lied, she used me, and I never saw it coming I fed right into her fucking hand.
Spitting into the sink before spinning around, she slaps my hand away.
“Don’t touch me,” she growls, and my smirk widens.
“Oh, I plan on doing much more than touching… and it’s not like you don’t want it. Stop playing hard to get,” I say, pinching one of her towel-covered tits.
She shoves at my chest with both hands, making me stumble back. The heat of her touch resonates through my chest. I want to pull her closer, wrap my arms around her, but I also want to see her cry, see those beautiful emerald eyes fill with tears.
“I said no! This is over. I’m done trusting you. We are done!” she yells, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can’t help but laugh at her words. She’s done trusting me? That’s rich. “Get. Out,” she huffs, squeezing her eyes shut and I’m surprised at how angry she sounds. I decide to let her cool off then. I don’t want to break her too fast. I’m going to draw out the pain, make it hurt as bad as I can.
“Fine, I’ll wait in your room for you. But make sure your pussy is nice and wet when you get out. I’ll still fuck you if it isn’t, but I’d prefer for it to be, a wet pussy fucks better than a dry one,” I say, even though I’m pretty sure she is more than serious about not having sex.
Too bad, I was really looking forward to using her body against her today, but I’m not about forcing her. I have other ways to get my rocks off to hurt her.