Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
My orgasm hits me like a shotgun blast.
My reality shatters.
I lose focus.
I lose control.
“Oh fuck…” I grab the sheet beside me as my mind splinters into a thousand pieces of bright light. My back arches, my eyes roll back, and I leave my body and skyrocket into a euphoric nothingness. I open my mouth to groan, but nothing comes out.
Finally, all the clenching gets too much for Rory.
“Oh God… Ares,” she moans.
Her head drops back, and she drenches my cock as she comes.
But I am barely aware.
Barely breathing.
Barely existing.
My breath is gone.
Only my heartbeat remains.
I sink into the bed like it’s a cloud.
Trembling with her orgasm, Rory falls onto me with a whimper.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come in my lifetime.
Given there are not a hell of a lot of things to do in prison at night besides jerking it, it’s safe to say it has been a lot.
But nothing has ever rocked me the way Rory just rocked me.
And I’m starting to think that nothing ever will.
She rolls over and looks at me, her eyes twinkling. “I win.”
RORY
As I wake, I have no idea where I am for a moment. Except that I’m warm and content, and my body is tired but completely relaxed and satisfied at the same time. I’m nestled against a rock-hard chest that is impossibly warm and encased by a pair of strong arms.
Ares.
I close my eyes again, lost in the comfort of his big body pressed against mine and the memories of what he did to me last night. He kept me up to the early hours of the morning, putting me in various positions and showing me exactly how good he can be with his cock.
I sigh, content. I’m so damn comfortable I don’t ever want to leave. I want to wrap this moment up and tuck it away for safekeeping.
Unfortunately, I need to pee, so I reluctantly leave the comfort of Ares’ bed and hit the bathroom. I glance around, taking in the intimate surroundings of the man I pretend I only want a physical relationship with. The bathroom is small, with a shower, basin, and toilet, and it’s clean, the tiled floor so shiny I can almost see my reflection.
Washing my hands, I sneak a peek in his medicine cabinet above the basin. I want to know more about Ares, about the man, about the hidden side of him only he knows.
Which is dangerous, I know. But I am curious.
The medicine cabinet is full of typical male hygiene products—deodorant, hair gel, shaving products, toothpaste, and brush. But there is also a cherry ChapStick, which makes my heart swell in my chest. I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s because he is such a wall of testosterone and muscle that seeing something so sweet and girly is a glimpse into the tender side of him.
But then I wonder if a girl left it behind, and my skin tightens with jealousy, and the muscle in my jaw tightens. I gnaw at the inside of my mouth because thinking about him with another girl is as much fun as a lobotomy.
Slow down, Rory.
I close the cabinet and stare at my reflection in the mirror and mentally tell her off.
You could walk in on Ares fucking a hundred girls, and it shouldn’t bother you.
But unfortunately, I know that’s not the case.
When I leave the bathroom, Ares is still sound asleep. But he’s rolled onto his back, putting his thick, muscular, and fully naked body on display. I pause and let my gaze slide over the thick slabs of muscle, the tight abs, the thick cock that rests against his thigh.
He’s so virile I can almost smell the testosterone.
Immediately, my body responds with an appreciative throb. I could wake him up with my mouth, draw him down deep in my throat until he’s hard and fully engorged, then ride him until we both fall apart. But he’s in a deep sleep, and after last night’s performance, he could do with the rest, so I decide to go in search of coffee instead. Dolly had said she’d have a pot on by eight, and it’s almost eight o’clock now.
When I leave Ares’ room, the clubhouse is still and quiet, but the heavy cloud of smoke and stale liquor still permeates the air. The bar is empty, but as I make my way toward the kitchen, I hear faint crying coming from down the hall. The noise becomes louder as I near a room with the door open. That’s when I realize it isn’t crying but moaning, and it’s not one woman but two, and they’re both on the bed with the biker called Ghoul. He’s on his back while one girl rides his cock and the other sits on his face so he can fuck her with his tongue.