Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
She yanks on the belt, and it constricts my airway, but it does nothing to lessen my dedication of feasting on her like a starved man.
Billie bounces up and down on my cock as I palm her ass—that beautiful fucking ass—and slowly move my finger toward her asshole.
She pants and pulls away momentarily. “You don’t tell me what to do,” she says as she bounces on my cock and kisses me again. She’s starving for the pleasure I can give her, yanking at the belt as if it’s a new toy. Then she leans back, meeting my gaze, and gives me a look of silent permission. I shove a finger in her ass, mesmerized by the way she arches uncomfortably, and if I were a sane man, I would’ve lubricated the digit first, but I just can’t hold back.
“You’ll do as you’re told,” I rasp, the lack of oxygen feeding my high.
She doesn’t know how much control she truly has over me.
Her tongue is fighting against mine as her pace picks up, and I thrust into her, unable to contain myself.
Fuck, she’s everything.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say through the pieces of her wet hair that have mixed with our kisses.
Her golden eyes shine brightly as her pace picks up. Then she leans back, tugging the belt with her. I lean forward, kissing down her neck, worshipping her chest, then cutting off my breath completely so I can bite at her nipples.
So fucking perfect.
My heaven and my hell even with a noose around my neck.
If I could lose myself in her every day, I’d forever be a man on a high.
“Ford!” she cries. “I’m so close.”
I lean up for a gasp of air, and I see tears streaming down her beautifully flushed cheeks.
“Slap me,” I tell her. “Show me how angry I made you.”
She doesn’t hesitate this time, slapping me across the face so hard it’s blinding. A jolt runs through my cock, and I jerk inside her. I grab her hips—the only thing keeping me grounded—and she screams, her body contorting when I twist my finger in her ass. She pulls on the belt, restricting my breathing further as I hazily watch her reach the high and come back down.
Her cunt pulses around my cock, milking me, and I can’t help but give her what she wants and needs as I kiss her. Slowly and gently this time. Appreciative of her meeting my every demand. She removes the belt from around my neck and then cups my cheeks as she kisses me back.
I don’t kiss; it’s never felt like there’s a purpose, but with Billie, she teaches me things I’m most likely not worthy of. This gentleness, a leisurely pace as if we have all the time in the world to explore one another, like our encounter isn’t fleeting. I know I shouldn’t feed into her, giving her this, but I can’t stop myself. I want to give into her every demand, even if it’s damning me in the process. I feel like the more attached I become, the more I’m tainting her. I’m not a good man for her but it’s becoming harder to pull away. Even when I do, she does something to demand my attention. The thought of my front lawn brings a smirk to my lips as I kiss her. She’s total chaos.
Billie’s hips roll slowly back and forth as our panting falls into sync with one another, and we stare at each other in disbelief. There’s something else there in her eyes, and I shy away from it. Knowing that she’s too good for me. Acknowledging that I’m still no better than the street rat I was. There’s no way I can fulfill the needs of someone like Billie Taylor. I’ve known from the start I’m temporary, but it’s gone on for much longer than I expected and definitely becoming harder to let go.
“No one will ever fuck me like you do,” she says on a shaky breath. And it’s as good of an apology as either of us can give right now.
I don’t understand this game. But what I know for a fact is we’ll continue coming back to one another, unable to control ourselves.
And it’s so fucking dangerous.
CHAPTER 21
Billie
We’re both too exhausted to move from where we’re lying on our backs, his head on the pillow and mine at the opposite end of the bed. Which is a step up from the floor where we did most of our fucking. But the sheets are now soaked and destroyed from our exertions and his wet clothes.
He palms my inner thigh, thumb skating over my skin. Goose bumps erupt at his touch, and my pussy starts a gentle pounding. I mentally try to snuff it out because there is no way I can possibly move.