Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
That guy growls into my core and sucks my clit so hard that I come.
And I realize that he really wasn’t sucking on me until then.
He really wasn’t trying to make me come when his ex-best friend was here. He was merely toying with me, showing me who I belong to.
Showing me that I’m his.
At least for now.
So as I gush into his mouth, I forget being angry at him.
And then he’s emerging from behind me and pressing his wildly breathing chest on my spine. I arch up against him as he settles himself, his still uncovered and hard dick against the crease of my ass.
“You think he bought that?” he rasps in my ear.
I open my drowsy eyes, close my drooling mouth and reply, “I-I’m…”
He licks the side of my face like he always likes to do. “You think he really bought it that his sweetheart wanted to be alone?”
I reach back and put my hand on his face. “I don’t…”
“Or do you think he knew?” He doesn’t give me a chance to say anything as he goes on, rocking his hips, rubbing his dick up and down the crease of my ass. “I think he did.”
I rock back, my chest pressing into the door, my nipples hard and sore. “No.”
“In fact, I bet he took one look at you, at your bee-stung lips and he knew.”
“H-how?”
“Because, baby, your bee-stung lips don’t look bee-stung anymore.”
“What?”
“They look dick-stung.”
I jerk. “That’s not… That’s not a word.”
He hums, licking me again, still rolling his hips. “Yeah, it is. It’s a thing that happens when a girl like you with a bee-stung mouth sucks on a dick like a whore. Like she’s sucking it to earn her reward. And so she sucks that dick so good, so fucking good, that her mouth swells up. It becomes all red and puffy. All soft and shiny and pouty. It becomes even more bitable, as if stung by a monster fucking dick. And we all know who’s asshole enough to make her do that when her whole family is here.”
“N-no,” I whisper, threading my fingers in his hair, resting my head on his strong shoulders.
He kisses my forehead. “We all know who’s asshole enough to eat her pussy when she’s talking to her ex-boyfriend, don’t we?”
I loll my head side to side. “You’re not —”
“And maybe right this second he’s telling your parents. He’s telling your daddy that you’re in here. And you’re not alone like you told him. You’re with me.”
“No, he’s not.”
“And of course when your dad hears that, he’s going to come running, isn’t he? He’s going to come running to save you from me. Save you from the bad boy who seduced his good little girl two years ago.”
My heart races in my chest and I fist his hair. “No, you didn’t, Reign. You didn’t…”
He rubs his stubble against my cheek. “He’s probably thinking that I’m seducing you right this second. That I’m probably forcing myself on you. He’s probably thinking that since a Bandit like me doesn’t have a shot in hell with a Bubblegum like you, that my only option,” he lowers his voice, “is to rape her pink little snatch and ruin her fucking life, ruin her for every other guy out there.”
I scratch him then.
His neck I think, or his cheek, as I writhe against him.
And moan, “You didn’t. You did not. You never will. I don’t care what people think. What you think. You’re good. You’re mine. And I’m yours. I’m your Bubblegum.”
His hands on my body turn even more possessive and violent. “Yeah, you are, aren’t you? You are mine. You’re my cute little Bubblegum and only I get to play with you.”
“Oh God, yes.”
“Your body is my playground now. My fucking temple, isn’t it?”
“Yes, yours.”
“Your sweet little snatch is my wonderland,” he keeps going, his fingers tugging and pinching, making it hurt, making me even hornier. “I get to eat it. I get to fuck it. I get to lick it until it explodes in my mouth and fills me with the medicine I need, don’t I?”
“God, Reign. Yes.”
“And your tits.” He squeezes them then, pulling at my nipples. “They’re my medicine too, aren’t they?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And I don’t care what’s going on out there. I don’t care if the world’s burning or going to pieces. When I need my medicine, I need it. When I need your tits, I need them. I drink from them like I drink from your pussy. Whenever I fucking want.”
“Always.”
He pinches my nipples through my dress again. “And you know what else?”
“What?”
“Your asshole is mine too.”
“Reign —”
“It’s mine to fuck. Mine to eat. Mine to lick.”
“It’s… I…”
“You go tell your daddy that, okay? And your ex-fucking-boyfriend. Tell him that his sweetheart’s asshole is mine too. I need it for my condition. I need it for how sick I am, how obsessed with her. And it tastes like fucking candy. And when I fuck it, and he better believe it that I will fuck his sweetheart in her asshole, it’s gonna feel like candy too.”