Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 589(@200wpm)___ 471(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
He gets closer, so close his breath on my lips makes my mouth water. He smells of mint and cigars. “Funnily enough, after all you’ve told me. I’m not in the mood.”
“Funnily enough,” I whisper, reaching up on my tiptoes. “After all I’ve told you, it’s the only thing that’ll get that shit out of my mind.” I lick his lower lip, the tip of my tongue against the satin feel. “Don’t let me down here, Kane. Fuck me like you want to hurt me.”
“I do wanna hurt you,” he hisses, tangling his hand in my hair and doing just that.
“I know. Do it.”
I beg him with my eyes, knowing if I’m ever going to feel anything again it’ll be with him. I watch as his determination cracks and morphs into something new, right before our lips meet and this time both of us are willing.
His kiss is painful but it’s refreshing and it’s everything I’ve always wanted. My memories of our past light up in my head as his flavors explode my senses.
I hum, gripping his neck as he turns us by my hips and slams me so hard against the wall I feel it crack. It knocks the wind right out of me and straight into him but he doesn’t let up. He grabs my breast so hard I flinch but then he lets up and rolls it gently under his firm grasp. His other hand yanks up my gown and pulls on my thong, snapping it on one side so it slides down my leg.
With a tug my head comes back and my lips part as he bites and tastes me neck. His every move is strong and unrestrained. He’s angry, so fucking angry and he’s taking it all out on me.
Spiraling tingles of pleasure curl down my throat from every space he sucks and bites. I whimper, desperate and needy sounding sobs of absolute divinity.
He bends low for a split second, lifts me higher, keeping me pinned against the wall and I don’t even get time to register the feel of his cock against me before he has impaled me on it.
I cry out, a growling gasp that I can’t control. His cock, so big and thick and hot stretches me to my limits. It burns despite how wet I am.
With a moan of his own his body traps mine against the wall before he begins, giving me only half a second to get used to him before he savagely thrusts in and out, getting deeper and deeper with each stroke. It hurts just like he promised, and it feels so good all at the same time. I moan, it’s loud, I can’t control it. This raging inferno that has claimed us both is fueled by the gasoline of our hate and love. Both emotions exist in us somewhere and combined they create something so beautiful and vicious.
“Your pussy is even better than I remembered,” he hisses in my ear, gritting his teeth with each jarring thrust. “I fucking hate you for that.”
“Can hardly feel your cock,” I lie, panting as sweat beads on my neck.
I shriek when he drops me and forces me onto the floor. My back hits the carpet and I wonder if a bruise will form along my shoulders.
Kane Jessop isn’t being nice to my body right now and yet I’ve never loved sex more than I do in this moment.
He pins my wrists with a large hand as his body slides between my thighs and his cock takes its rightful place seated in my pussy like king of the fucking dicks. Never had a better one than this. Never has it felt better than this.
I’m losing my mind, I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t see.
“You’re a fucking bitch, Immy,” he whispers right as I’m about to come. “Never should have saved you that night.”
“Probably,” I reply, taking everything he’s giving me.
“Shoulda’ let you die.”
“Wish you had.”
He goes harder, grinding against my swollen clit and I feel it building, an orgasm so powerful I might lose every hair on my body. It’ll be the first orgasm I’ve had since before this all happened. Not for lack of trying.
His groans get louder and more frequent and his hips jerk erratically. I know he’s coming; I can feel him throbbing. It feels incredible. I missed this. I missed his noises and his movements.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Not yet, not yet. Fucking. FUCK!”
His hips piston wildly, pushing me along the carpet, making the skin above my ass burn. Then he drops, effectively collapsing on top of me as my orgasm ebbs away and my tingling body returns to normal. Well shit. That’s disappointing.
“Just give me a sec to catch my breath.” His heaving chest against mine makes it hard for me to breathe. When he starts to rock again, still hard, I shove his shoulder.