Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
“Fuck, your little pussy is strangling my cock, Red,” he growls through gritted teeth.
“Trev,” I cry out, his thrusts becoming increasingly erratic.
I feel like I can’t breathe. I begin to meet him thrust for thrust as my body tightens like a bow string. He plays me so well. He pulls all the way out of me and looks down between us before slamming back inside my needy pussy.
“Fuck, Red. Your sweet blood on my cock makes you mine.” Why is that so hot? It should be off-putting, but I love it. It does make me his, and I love that too.
“I was already yours,” I tell him. I was his the moment our eyes met. We both know that.
I scream his name as I come and feel him come inside me.
Holy hell. My head is lying on his chest while his hands rub up and down my back. There are hundreds of thoughts going through my mind right now, one of which is what now.
“How are you feeling beautiful?” He leans down and kisses my head before lifting my head. I feel so freaking shy, right, which is nuts considering what we have done, but uh, yeah.
“I’m okay. A bit sore but otherwise…” smiling, he cuts off my words and leans over.
“I would say I’m sorry but I’m not. The fact that you’re sore means I broke right through that cherry and claimed it. Now, you belong to me and me only. Right, beautiful?” Well hell. How should a girl think about anything when he talks like that? I thought I was too sore to be able to go once more, but right now, my lady bits are getting wet once more. What about his commanding gaze makes me want to do whatever he says? “Answer me, baby.” He nips my lips, causing me to gasp. He uses it as an opening to kiss my breath away. His tongue once again tangles with mine in a rhythm only two artistic souls could hear.
“Trevor,” I whimper his name out. Forget about being sore; now I’m achy.
“I know, baby. I know what you need, but I need to hear you say it. Tell me you belong to only me.” Is she serious? He has me so messed up; how could I possibly belong to anyone else?
“I only want you, Trevor.” He rubs his nose against mine before he strokes these words across my mouth.
“Good girl.”
Hearing him call me good girl drives me wild as I roll on top of him. I drive my pussy down on his hard, waiting cock and ride him like the good girl I am…
I vaguely hear the phone ringing in the distance, but I am way too exhausted to care until I hear Trevor answer it. I shoot my head up and blow the hair out of my face. “Yes, she’s right here.” The fear must show because he kisses me and rubs my face.
“Hello.”
“September, who in the world was that?” I knew it was my mom.
“What can I help you with, Mom?” I purposely don't answer her question. I won’t let her ruin this moment.
“By God, September, please tell he is not some hippie liberal boy.” Geez.
“Mom why did you call?” I am intrigued. She never calls.
“Fine. There is a fundraising gala for a charity event. Your presence is mandatory.”
“Why do I need to be there? It’s not like you can parade me around and claim I make you proud.” Who is this girl standing up for herself?
“It’s simple. We will present a united front to our constituents. I will send a wardrobe person to get you properly fitted. Can you find yourself a suitable date?” Oh God. Why is this happening to me now?
“I will try my best.” Hanging up the phone, I bury my head in my pillow. How is this my life?
“I’m going with you,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my shoulder and then my neck. I get lost for a moment in all the feelings, but then his words hit me.
“Uh, I don’t think that is a good idea, Trev. My parents… well, my parents are…and I mean their circle of friends.” I begin stuttering, trying to focus my thoughts on what I want to say.
“Look at me, baby.” My eyes meet his, and I know what he sees: fear. “I am going to go with you. After everything you told me about your childhood and life, there is no way I am going to let you face them alone.” I can’t help myself. I kiss him and thank him with my heart. My arms wrap around his neck, and I pull him on top of me.
“Why would you go endure this for me?” I ask, brushing my hair out of my face.
“Because you belong to me, and I protect the things I own.” Squish.