Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 340(@200wpm)___ 272(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Shirt off.” He grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and yanked it up. I took over, removing it and throwing it aside before positioning myself between his legs and driving back into his slick ass.
His eyes went wide, and he groaned. The sound seemed to vibrate through my body as he wrapped his legs around me using his heels to dig into my ass like he was trying to force me even deeper.
“Touch yourself. Show me how much you love this. Let me watch you as you come.”
He did as I said, wrapping one hand around his cock and the other around one of my biceps. He squeezed me hard, obviously determined not to let me get away. Not that I could. There was no way in hell I was stopping until I filled him with every ounce of my load.
He sank his teeth into his lower lip and closed his eyes while his hand worked furiously on his cock. I slammed deep inside him and stayed there, not wanting anything to distract me from the gorgeous scene in front of me.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear every sound, every whimper. I want to know how desperate you are.”
He opened his eyes and glared at me. “Fuck you.”
His hand never slowed despite his anger. His cock was leaking enough precum to make a puddle on his stomach.
I shifted, sliding my cock in and out from a different angle. Just like I hoped, I hit his sweet spot. He gasped, and when I did it again, he gave me the most gorgeous little whimper.
“That feels so fucking good.”
I smiled down at him. “Is it what you need?”
“Fuck.”
“Tell me.”
He snarled. “I hate you.”
“I know, but you can tell me what you need.”
“I need… Oh God—”
“You need to come, don’t you? I’m going to make you. You’re not going to be able to hold back.”
“I know. I can’t stop. I… Oh my God, TJ.”
Cum shot from his cock with so much force it hit him in the chin. I smiled, holding myself still so I could watch him enjoy every second of his ecstasy. “That’s it, baby. Milk every drop out of that sweet cock.”
When he had, I took his hand, brought it to my lips, and sucked on his fingers.
He groaned, and his hips gave one more small thrust. “Jesus, I want to watch you come again.”
“I think you might have killed me. I can’t breathe or think. I’m not even sure I can see.”
I laughed and pulled out of him slowly and easily. He squirmed, and his cock jumped despite how much cum he’d wrung from himself.
“You like how full I make you, don’t you?”
“Why are you like this?”
“Because it’s what you want. Because right now, you’re mine.”
“Never.”
“Admit it, baby. In this moment, you belong to me. All you want right now is my cum deep inside you.”
“No. Please.”
“Tell me.”
“Dammit, yes. I’ll be yours if I can have what I need.”
“You can. I’m going to give it all to you.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down against him. I fucked him wildly, and as I came, I felt his nails dig into my back. The pain only made it all sweeter. Stars danced in my vision, and the whole world spun.
I wondered later if I’d actually left my body and gone up to the stars. I’d never come hard enough to make myself think I’d died, but I sure as hell did then.
When I was done, I collapsed over Rhys, letting my full weight rest on him.
He obviously didn’t care. He wrapped his arms around me, and neither of us spoke. I think we both knew that would break the spell. The truce between us—if you could even call it that—wasn’t meant to last past orgasm.
Not to mention the fact that I didn’t have enough breath in me for speech. I doubted he did either.
It was a while before I was conscious of anything again except the feeling of satiation that had my muscles turning to jelly and my body so heavy I couldn’t lift it. It was only after my breathing had slowed and I thought about how damn good it felt to feel my cum running out of him and down his thighs that I realized I had fucked him bare. I hadn’t even thought about condoms.
I had truly lost myself in him. I was always careful. People thought I liked to live on the edge, but I was far more controlled than they imagined. Not tonight. Not with Rhys.
It was probably a bad sign that I wasn’t the least bit sorry about it. He either hadn’t thought of it either or didn’t care, and there was no point in mentioning it now because based on the sound of his breathing, he was already asleep.
I tried to make myself get up, but when I pushed up on my arm, my hand slid out from under me. I’d used the last of my coordination to bring us both off. The alcohol I’d poured into myself and the exertion of fighting Rhys until he gave in had worn me out.