Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Pretty wet pussy, I realized seconds later when I worked my fingers between her thighs that I was being forced to hold open.
As my fingers grazed between her wet folds, they encountered the piercing. A single, small ring running through the hood that covered her clit.
“Goddamn,” I rumbled roughly. “I never thought I would like these, but I’m finding I do right now.”
I’d told her as much, too.
Which was why, I guessed, she’d done it.
I didn’t like ‘mutilations’, as I’d called them.
Piercings of any sort were a real turn off for me.
Even ear piercings. I wasn’t a big fan of tattoos, either.
The ring I was currently running my finger around, though, didn’t seem so bad. In fact, I would say it was pretty damn hot.
Something she realized I liked as I ground my hips into her ass.
“I like it,” I told her in case she hadn’t figured it out.
She groaned, and the suddenness of it was so cute that I made a mistake and leaned forward again to kiss her shoulder.
Something she immediately took advantage of and slammed her head into my eye.
My eyes squeezed shut as pain radiated from my eye down to my cheek.
“Fuck!” I growled.
“Get off me!” She bellowed the order as she twisted her hips.
But she wasn’t twisting away. She was twisting toward me, urging my hand closer.
I hid my smile as I inched my fingers forward to press into her tight pussy.
She gasped, and her head dropped.
Her arms loosened, but I kept my grip tight on her wrists just in case she tried to be sneaky. Thankfully she laid still for me, allowing me to work my fingers in and out of her tight sheath.
“Get up on your knees,” I ordered her, pulling up while my fingers were still inside her.
She had no choice but to comply.
However, the moment her knees were underneath her, she rolled, kicking out with her foot right into my chest.
I took the blow like a man, but subconsciously admitted to myself that it hurt like a bitch.
In my surprise, I let go of her wrists and leaned back on my heels.
She scrambled to her hands and knees and started to crawl across the carpet.
My gaze didn’t admire long, and soon I was following right behind her as she used the bed as a crutch to get to her feet.
She lifted one knee to push up, and my eyes caught on the wetness on the inside of her thighs that betrayed her feelings.
A possessive growl tore out of my throat as I hooked her around her hips, dragged her against me, and pinned her to the side of the bed.
She screamed, kicked and scratched as she tried in vain to get away.
I held on tight, though, making sure she didn’t get further than an inch at most.
When she tried to head butt me once again, I grabbed a hold of her hair and held my hand to the mattress as I ground my cock into her ass.
She hissed at the feeling, and my smile reappeared.
The throb in my eye, lip, and chest made me realize that she was not the delicate flower that I treated her like when we were together, so I let my playful side out.
Hooking her around the hips with one arm, I stood and walked over to the dresser with an attached mirror, pinning her down against the top with her face only inches away from the glass.
“Don’t move,” I gritted out.
This time she must’ve realized that I’d keep this up all day long, because her body went slack and she stopped fighting.
Her elbows propped up the top half of her body off the cool wood, and the position gave me a full view of her breasts that were high and tight.
The peaks of her nipples were beaded with desire, and her eyes were hazy with need.
Pinning her to the bureau with my hips, I kicked her legs open forcefully, fisted my cock, and lined it up with her entrance.
This time I didn’t use protection. Not like I’d done so many times before.
And it was beautiful.
The tightness of her pussy surrounded my cock with heat and silk, and as her sheath convulsed around me, my eyes nearly crossed.
“Get off me,” she whimpered.
I did.
But only long enough to pull out, flip her to her side, and resume my position seated deeply inside of her.
I placed a kisses on the top of her head, her nose and her cheek.
She turned her face into mine, and let her chest drop until her breasts rested on the side of my arm.
When my balls met her flesh, I immediately pulled out and thrust back inside. Hard.
The tip of my cock kissed her cervix, and she cried out. Not in anger or reprove, but in pure, unadulterated bliss.
“Jesus, yes. Harder, Dean,” she urged me, pushing back with my thrusts.