Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
I let go of her arm and she stood up, her face still red, tears streaking down her cheeks.
I sat back, not bothering to hide how hard my cock was as it tented my silk pajama pants.
“How dare you, you arrogant, self-centered, asinine—”
I cut off her words by grabbing her hips and pulling her down on my lap hard, then sealing my mouth over hers.
Her lips were salty from her tears. Her fingers laced in my hair and pulled hard, yanking my head back.
“You think you can just grab me and kiss me, and that makes it all okay?” she said, then pulled my hair back harder and kissed down the column of my neck.
I grabbed her throat and pushed her back, getting off of the sofa and pushing her onto the floor.
“Yeah, I do because I know you want it. Your pussy is aching and wet for me, and you want my cock deep inside of you.”
“I don’t want it. You call me arrogant and entitled, but you think every woman will just open her legs to you willingly.”
“Fine.” I sat up with my back against the sofa and called her fucking bluff. “If I’m wrong, I’ll stop. I won’t fucking touch you. You can go back to the table and eat your breakfast. It might be more comfortable if you stand, though.”
I watched as her face went from shocked to angry, then the light in her eyes ramped all the way up to loathing.
“Unless, of course, I’m not wrong, and you would rather I just fuck you. But then I am going to need to hear it.”
“Hear what?” Her jaw was clenched so tight she spoke between her teeth.
“That you want this arrogant, entitled cock to make you come.” I gave her a smirk as I reached down under the waistband of my pants and pulled out my cock, stroking it slowly in front of her. “You seemed to like it well enough last night.”
“Fine,” she bit out and moved to climb on top of me.
I put my hand on her chest to stop her.
“No, not unless you say it.”
“Fuck you.”
“That is the idea, but you are still going to have to say it first.” I grinned, loving the way her small fists clenched and her eyes narrowed, staring me down. “Just admit you want it, Olivia. Admit that you crave my arrogant, entitled cock ramming deep inside you and I just might oblige.”
“I hate you.” Her voice quivered with every word.
CHAPTER 19
MARKSEN
Before she could change her mind, I grabbed her hips.
“The feeling is mutual, princess. Now, say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.” Each word dripped with sarcasm and disdain.
Still, it was close enough.
The sweet, clean scent of her skin surrounded me. I wanted to make her beg for it, to hear her tell me she was sorry and she would be a good girl for me. But there was only so much temptation a man could take before he broke.
I held her hips still while I bucked up, slamming deep inside her.
Her moan was almost as loud as mine. Her tight, hot, wet heat gripped me like a velvet vice. It was perfect. So completely, undeniably perfect.
Of course, it was.
She was perfect. Why wouldn’t every part of her be perfect too?
She wanted to come, but I was going to make her work for it.
I leaned back against the sofa and grabbed her hips, showing her how to ride me.
She picked up the rhythm almost immediately.
I let go of her hips and pulled the T-shirt off her.
Having her ride my cock while I was sitting, slumped down just a little, was my new favorite position.
Her tits were at eye level, and I could watch them bounce and tremble with her movements.
Her eyes closed as she bounced harder, a blush starting at the tops of her cheeks and moving down her neck, coloring the tops of her breasts.
With my hand on her back, I urged her to lean forward, the new angle forcing me deeper inside her and putting her pink nipples just within reach of my mouth.
When I pulled the first between my lips, her pussy got even tighter around me as she moaned my name.
Fuck, I loved the sound of my name on her lips.
If I wasn’t careful, I would fall for this girl and then my plan would be ruined.
That was her plan.
It had to be.
Suddenly, her arms on the sofa cushions on either side of my head felt like a cage.
The way she was riding me felt like she was in control.
I couldn’t let her command me.
I was in charge.
She would obey me.
I grabbed her shoulders and pushed her off of me.
Without letting her go, I flipped her face down onto the sofa and positioned her body so she was on all fours, her red ass high in the air. One hand tangled in her wild mess of auburn curls, pressing her face to the cushion, while the other pushed her shoulders down, forcing her to arch her back and raise her ass up toward me.