Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 351(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“I hate you.”
“That’s okay. My prey doesn’t need to like me, just to surrender.”
“God, that’s…”
“Hot?”
“No. Yes.” I hadn’t meant to say that. Why was I like this?
He let go and sat back. I heard the sound of him adding more lube to his cock, then he was pressing the head against me again.
“Breathe,” he ordered.
I drew in a deep breath.
“Now let it out.” As I exhaled, he pushed into me.
“Fuck. That’s… Jesus.” My ass burned. It really did feel like he was going to split me in two. Had I made a big mistake?
“You can take it.”
I could. I wanted to. I needed to just like I’d needed to conquer bulls in the rodeo. I needed to conquer this fantasy I’d had for ages but had never had the courage to seek out.
“God, you’re so tight.”
“No shit.”
“I’m going to love filling you up. Think how much it’s going to hurt to have all of me inside you.”
“Fuck. Give it to me.”
He slid out, and I gasped. When he pushed back in, I stopped breathing. He went deeper and deeper. I was sure he was trying to push all the way to my throat.
I struggled under him. “This is too much. I can’t. I—”
He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me still and pulling me back onto his massive cock. “Take it.”
This time, when he slid out, it felt so good. It was such a relief, and the drag of his cock against my ass was delicious.
“You’re getting it all this time.”
“No.” There was no way I could take more than I had.
I cried out when he ran his nails over my sore ass. “You took all this so well. You need this. We both need this.”
He was right. I needed to be hurt, then put back together again. For some reason, I believed Ghost could do that for me. He could break me, but he could also heal me. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“Please give me your cock. All of it.”
He thrust against me. I whimpered as he pushed deeper and deeper. Finally, I felt his balls against me.
“That’s it?”
He spanked me. “Don’t you dare act like that’s not a huge cock filling your ass.”
“No… I didn’t mean… I just… I did it.”
“Yes, you did, but we’re nowhere near done.”
He started fucking me, slowly at first, then harder, faster, I was panting, sweaty, my whole body ached as he pounded into me. It felt incredible. “More.”
He wrapped a hand around the back of my neck, pinning me to the mattress. “I’ll give you more.”
He did. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. “Please. So close. Please.”
Finally, he reached under me and stroked my cock. It took almost no time before heat seared through me, and I was coming, shooting my load onto the bed as he slammed his cock into me.
“That’s it. Come for me. Show me how good this is for you.”
I’d barely finished when he pulled out of me. The shock of it sent the air whooshing from my lungs.
“I want to come on you. I want to see you coated in my spunk.”
“Oh my God.”
I found the strength to turn my head so I could watch as he stripped off the condom and worked himself. His hand was jerking his shaft so fast I thought it had to hurt. When his cum shot out onto my back and my ass, I wanted to reach around and rub it into my skin. I’d be willing to fucking bathe in it.
I needed to be marked as his. He was right. I needed to be owned.
10
GHOST
I stared down at Rogue. His sides heaved as he drew in shallow breaths. His back and his reddened ass were wet with my cum, his hole gaped open, and he couldn’t have looked more used or more gorgeous. “So fucking hot.”
“Did I die?” he mumbled. “Is this heaven?”
“It can be for now.” I leaned over and kissed the back of his neck. “Stay right there.”
“I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”
I smiled as I walked to the bathroom, hopeful there was something in there to wipe off with.
I tried to focus on mundane tasks like washing my hands—there was soap on the counter—and I looked for a washcloth. I gave up and took the hand towel that hung by the sink.
I didn’t want to give myself time to dwell on what had just happened between me and Rogue.
I’d meant this to be a fun fuck, something more than a parking-lot hookup, but not what it had turned into. I was in way too deep. I wanted Rogue again. Right now. I wanted him to be mine—not for a night, not for the duration of a game. I wanted to keep him, but that was ridiculous.
I would only be in Texas for a few more weeks, then who knew where I’d end up. Unless… Maybe it was time to get out of the FBI. X could make that happen. I was sure of it. I’d done my time, but what would I do if I left? I wasn’t sure I belonged in regular society anymore. I sure as hell wasn’t qualified to be a ranch hand.