Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78491 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
And, luckily enough, Cesare and the guys made a pretty big racket as they moved outside, giving us a moment.
So there was no one there to see when my hands moved from her face to glide down her back, then sink into her ass, dragging her body closer to my body.
My lips muffled her soft little whimper as my cock pressed against her.
There wasn’t a hint of hesitation as I walked her backward toward one of the tables as my hands worked at her pants and panties, dragging them down, then waiting for her to step out of them before pressing her onto the corner of the table.
Her hands lifted then, sliding across my stomach to work my button and zipper free, reaching inside to pull out my cock.
Her hand curled around me, stroking the the hilt, holding onto me as she leaned forward, tracing her tongue around the head, damn near making my fucking legs shake at the unexpected contact.
I was reaching for the condom when her lips closed around me, and started to suck me deep, letting out a sexy as fuck moan as she did, vibrating around my cock.
My hand rose, grabbing the back of her neck as she started to work me. Slow at first, then gaining momentum as she went on.
Until she damn near made me lose control and come down her throat right then and there.
Instead, my hand gathered her hair, pulling it backward until my cock slid out of her mouth.
Her gaze shifted up to mine as I slid on the condom.
Leaning down, I grabbed her legs, lifting them up, and curling them around my back before slamming inside her.
Hard.
Deep.
There was no time for slow and sweet, even if either of us wanted that right then.
But neither of us did.
We needed the connection and the relief after a rough fucking day for the both of us.
So her arms went up, winding around my neck as I started to fuck her.
Fast.
Deep.
Testing the strength of the flimsy table she was situated on until it wobbled ominously.
“Hold on,” I hissed, yanking her up, then turning and walking back toward the sturdy metal chairs where she’d likely been bound, and lowering myself down with her on top of me.
“Ride me, Ezzy,” I demanded, my hips rocking impatiently.
But instead of doing that, she lifted up and off of me completely, turning to situate on my lap, but facing away, then reaching between us to grab my cock.
A loud whimper escaped her as she took me back in.
And then, well, she didn’t need any more encouragement.
My arms went around her just above her hips and above her breasts, holding her back to my chest as she started to ride me.
Slow at first, then faster as she drove herself up, taking me with her.
“Fuck. Come, Ezzy,” I ground out.
My hand slid from her hips to between her thighs, working her clit, getting her right to that edge, then feeling her pussy clutch my cock as the orgasm slammed through her, making her cry out, the sound mixing with my hiss as I came with her.
“Oh my God,” she said afterward, her head angled back on my shoulder. “We are so messed up,” she declared, shaking her head.
“It’s important for us to share our hobbies.”
“Hobbies,” she repeated.
“Killing and fucking,” I told her, smiling when she snorted.
“Those aren’t hobbies.”
“Sure they are,” I insisted. “But we can pick up something else too. Watercolor painting. Whittling. Swing dancing.”
“You’re ridiculous,” she declared, but she was smiling as she lifted up off of me, and rushed to get her panties and pants back on while I dealt with the condom.
“So what now?” she asked, leaning into me when I put an arm around her shoulders while we made our way across the space, heading toward the door.
“Now… whatever the fuck we want.”
“Whatever the fuck we want,” she repeated. “I like that.”
Ezmeray - 2 days
“I’m okay; I promise!” Judy insisted, voice strong even if she looked really small and frail in her hospital bed.
The hospital bed I was sitting beside, holding her hand, and bawling my eyes out.
I had been able, in a weird, probably unhealthy, way, been able to compartmentalize my own abuse, and had been able to cope and live with it.
But other people getting hurt because of me and my choices? Yeah, apparently, I did not handle that quite so well.
I’d cried my eyes out all over my mother too after she filled me in on how hard the Polat brothers had been leaning on her and Alara since after my marriage.
Not Eren.
I mean, I didn’t want to give that bastard any credit at all given what he’d done to me, but he had intended to make good on his promise to my family and me.
It was Berat and Deniz who had gone behind Eren’s back and not only kept up the deal, but raised the rate every couple of months.