Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Max, I can’t do this,” she starts by pushing me away. I don’t let her. Fucking hell, she’s twisting me in knots, and I’m tired of it. She’s the one who made the decision to let me into her pants. She’s the one who spread her legs for me, even after seeing what I’m capable of. Turn myself in? Fuck her and the high horse she rode in on. I’ll let her see the monster she’s set free.
I stop her with my mouth, swallowing her words that don’t mean a fucking thing. Love? She doesn’t even fucking know me. How dare she try and say that shit. This is sex, pure fucking, elemental sex and she craves it as much as I do! My tongue pushes into her mouth, owning her immediately. Her sweet taste mixes with the water on her face and does nothing but make her sweeter. My hold on her neck is hard, punishing. There will be bruises there tomorrow, and I war with two different emotions. I’m glad. I want to mark her, and I’m mad that she would bring me to this point. She’s not stopping me. Fuck no. If anything, she is meeting every thrust of my tongue, everything I pour into our kiss, she’s just a step behind.
We break away as I capture her lip, biting down on it, pulling it. I can taste the faint coppery taste of blood, but even that doesn’t make me stop. Her eyes are on mine, shooting fire at me, but not stopping me. In fact, her sweet little claws are biting into my sides, leaving marks themselves. I’ll wear her marks though, any fucking day of the week. She’s got another of my flannel shirts on, and I grab the collar at each end and rip it apart. The rain makes it harder, but I’m so worked up by this point, it tears easily. She doesn’t bother with a bra now, claiming I just end up destroying them. She’s right.
“Max,” she gasps, but I don’t respond. I watch as the rain slides down those taunt nipples of hers, and my eyes follow the path, the drops take, as they trail down her stomach. It fucking pisses me off that I can’t watch them travel farther. So I unbutton the jeans she’s wearing and push the zipper down. I guess I thought Tess would fight me but here she is, her hands greedily joining mine to push the wet, soggy material down her legs. She kicks off the shoes she’s been wearing and then she’s naked.
Naked; with raindrops caressing every inch of her soft, white skin. She pushes her hair out of her eyes, and I know she’s waiting to see what I will do next. She’s never been more beautiful.
“Turn around and get on your fucking knees, Tess. Now.”
She’s gasping for air, and a flash of something shows on her face, but she does as I order. I don’t worry about my clothes; this is going to go too fucking fast to waste time removing them. I’m too worked up, too close to the edge. I undo my belt buckle and push my pants down just enough to free my rock hard cock. I use my body to wedge between her and push her legs apart to make more room for me.
One of the things I love about fucking Tess is that she’s so small I can lean over her, as I am now. I can wrap my hands hard in her hair, just like now. Pull her neck back and dominate her from behind. Just. Like. Fucking. Now.
“You think this is easy, Tess? Do you think anything about this is fucking easy? You want to act like this is all on me? Spout your words about being in love with me? You don’t know a fucking thing about me. I think it’s time you met the animal you let rut between your legs.” I let go of her hair and wrap my hands underneath to hold her breasts, squeezing them tightly, maybe a little too tight. Her hips thrust up in the air, her ass rocking against my crotch. Searching for what I can give her. I slide my hands roughly down her soaked body, the water highlighting the differences between us. Tess, soft, slick and sweet and I am the complete opposite, hard, callused, and rough. I crudely grab the cheeks of her ass, kneading them hard. Spreading them apart and looking at the tight pink rosy opening to her ass. What would she think if she knew what I was going to do to that ass some day? Someday, very, very soon. Fuck, my cock throbs at even the idea of taking her there.
She’s panting now. Her hips pushing back into me, searching and wondering what will happen next. I slip one hand between her legs. My fingers sliding in between the lips of her pussy, raking against the tender wet flesh, finding her hard clit. I pinch it. Her body jumps, and I slam my hand down on her ass, the sound echoing in the rain as the water splatters.