Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
He knelt behind me on the bed and positioned himself at my entrance. I fisted my hands in the blankets, suddenly nervous. Julian placed his hands over mine, smoothing out my hands so they lay flat again. “I’m not a monster, Meghan,” he told me gruffly. “Trust me. I won’t ever hurt you,” he promised.
I swallowed thickly but nodded, deciding to do just that—trust him. He moved from over me again, and with his hands on my ass, he thrust into me. I moaned loudly, my eyes shutting at the exquisite feeling. “Fuck,” he moaned, pausing for a moment. “Christ, you’re so fucking tight.”
“Julian,” I whimpered, desperately needing him to continue.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he assured me.
He moved out and pushed back in. I fisted my hands in the blankets again as he quickly began pushing in and out of me with hard, fast strokes. His hands were tight on my ass as he fucked me hard from behind. I was gasping for breath, my body shaking as orgasm after orgasm washed through me, one never completely over before he sent me spiraling straight into the next one.
Julian leaned over me. He took the hair tie out of my hair without stopping his movements before gripping my hair in his hand, yanking my head back.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out.
Banging sounded on the door, but I was too lost in the moment with Julian to care. “Julian, where the fuck is Meghan?!” Vincent roared.
“Son of a bitch,” Julian snarled as he released my hair. I whined, pushing back on him, afraid he was going to stop. He smoothed his hand over my back. “Oh, I’m not done, baby girl,” he promised. He shoved back in, his body bent over mine. He had one hand planted beside my head, his other hand still gripping my ass.
I knew his grip was going to leave bruises, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. It felt too damn good.
“Julian!” Vincent roared.
“Go the fuck away!” Julian barked. “Fuck, baby girl,” he groaned as he nipped at my shoulder, his body beginning to shake. “Fuck!” he shouted.
I came with him, my pussy milking his dick for every drop. His arms shook beside me as he kept himself from collapsing on top of me, his body shuddering above mine. He slowly pulled himself out of me and moved from behind me.
“Fucking shit,” he groaned as he stood up. He gently gripped my hips and eased me onto my side, his eyes running over me with concern. “Are you okay?” he asked me softly.
I nodded, feeling extremely sleepy. He leaned down and kissed me softly, no urgency to his kiss this time. “Sleep,” he said softly. “I’ll deal with Vincent.”
I nodded drowsily, too exhausted and worn out to care. He gently lifted me into his muscular arms and laid me properly on the bed. I curled up on my side, sleep already tugging at me. I barely registered Julian pulling his blanket out from under me as I allowed darkness to take me.
The last thing I felt was his lips brushing over my forehead.
5
Julian wasn’t in the room when I woke up the next morning. In fact, the entire house was eerily quiet, letting me know all the guys were probably already at their early morning football practice.
I sat up in bed, feeling extremely sore but definitely well sated. I hadn’t had a single moment of panic with Julian. It had been pure and utter bliss.
I quickly escaped to the room I was staying in and got dressed, ignoring the pain in the lower regions of my body.
I couldn’t believe I had allowed myself to fall into Julian’s trap last night. I couldn’t even be mad at him. I hadn’t fought him at all on it. Instead, as soon as he had kissed me, I had given in to him. I had willingly followed him out of that pool and into the house, knowing full well what he wanted from me.
And Vincent. I cringed. Vincent knew I was with him last night, and when he had come banging on the door, I had been too worried about losing the dick inside of me to give a fuck that my best friend was on the other side of the door, worried about Julian destroying me.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
I looked down at my phone, needing to clear my head. I had plenty of time before my first class of the day, but I wasn’t hanging around here to get a shower and get ready.
I didn’t want to chance running into Julian when he got back. What we had done was a one-time thing. I wasn’t stupid. I knew how men like Julian operated, and I wouldn’t stick around to be humiliated.
I quickly gathered all my things into my bag and hurried out of the frat house. I had a twenty-minute walk to my dorm building, and at that moment, I was thankful. I needed time to work through the mess that was my mind.