Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
I hear her inhale as my tongue sweeps between her perfect lips, and her flavor is better than any candy or taste that my mouth has ever experienced.
When I feel her body soften, I pull back. I want to see her eyes but what I get is something else.
A sharp slap hits my left cheek and she’s glaring at me.
“You think you can just kiss me like that?”
“You kissed me back.”
She’s fighting with herself, but the battle is short and with the sting of her slap still on my cheek, her hands fly up, grabbing the back of my neck and her lips are on mine again.
From there, it’s on. I flip her up and onto her bed, my body over hers, and I’ve got her sweater up and off in a second.
“Fucking hell.” Her tits are pushed up in a black bra, the swells of flesh milky and womanly as I pull the fabric down until they spring loose, her nipples dark purple and big, and my mouth is on her.
I suck and nibble until her hips are twisting and I bring myself down. Before long, our tongues are in each other’s mouths and we’re dry humping like a couple of teenagers.
An insane jealously rushes through me. The very sight of her face on the verge of an orgasm has my dick already addicted her her. She’s got my cock on a leash and she hasn’t even touched it yet.
Her fingers tighten around my neck, and she’s grinding against me, harder and harder. My erection finds where her clit should be and I go manic on her. Thrusting and rubbing until she bows off the bed and screams into my shoulder.
The sound of her orgasm has me jerking in my fucking pants, something I haven’t done since I was twelve. The sticky mess spreads hot under my jeans and I’m thanking Christ himself, because I know once I’m inside her sweet cunt, I’m going to know what heaven feels like.
7 | Kristina
“Wow.” I murmur. His body is still on top of me, and with the orgasm still tingling through me, I want more.
But not here.
We’re both panting and my eyes are unfocused as Wrath kisses my forehead.
“I agree.” He grunts, and I still feel his hard cock against my clit.
Even through the layers of our clothing, I’ve never cum like that in my life.
“You still want to call the police?” He teases, pushing up and off the bed, looking down at me with a dark look that tells me he’s got much more than a great dry hump to give me.
I shake my head. “No. I want you to take me.” His eyes widen and I realize the innuendo. “Out of here. Take me for a ride on your bike. Show me where you live. I want to see things about you. You’ve been watching me, you know so much about me, I know almost nothing about you.”
“You sure?” He asks, a gritty tone to his voice that says to me that once he gets me to his place, all this dry humping is going to turn very wet.
I nod. “I’m sure. Let’s go.”
With that, I’ve got my bag, my phone and he settles me on the back of his bike, securing a heavy black helmet on my head before we are off down the road without another word.
I never thought much about what it would feel like to ride on a motorcycle. But, God, it’s so freeing.
I feel powerful. The wind, the way I see things so differently as the scenery goes by. Nothing like riding in a car. I appreciate it all so much more. I can’t explain it, but I feel it and I think I understand this lifestyle just a little bit more.
Hanging onto Wrath is also a huge turn on. He’s got the power, the control of the bike and his hand reaches back and caresses my leg as we drive. When we stop at a stop sign or light, he turns and asks me each time if I’m okay and I am so okay.
More okay than I’ve been in a long time.
When we pull down a dirty road, he slows. The dust and rocks are spitting up from the tires, and I cling to him tighter, burying my face into his shoulder with my eyes closed until he brings the bike to a stop and I feel it tip to the side.
He takes my hand and I open my eyes.
In front of me is a neat, small cabin sort of house. Not overly tiny but not large either. It’s surrounded by pines and trees, and beyond the side I look back to see a small lake in the distance.
“Come on.” He pulls me by the hand and takes me inside and shows me around.