Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76478 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
I shove the door open, the cool air of the night instantly slapping me across the face. There’s so much I want to say, but anytime I think of the words, they never reach my lips.
The click of him shutting the door is the only sound that I hear. I can’t think. I don’t know what to say or do or where to even start. My emotions are boiling over the top, and they’re not all good ones either.
“Isa, what—”
I spin around before he can say another word and my lips crash against his.
He pauses for a second, his lips frozen and unmoving.
I fist his shirt in the palm of my hand. “I need it.”
It was all I needed to say before he’s lifting me off the ground.
“I know, baby,” he murmurs into my mouth, because he does. He does know. Above everyone, he and Devon know every single dirty part about me. Bryant has seen my washed up, unloved soul, but instead of adding to my daddy issues, he placed it gently into the palm of his hand and loved me twice as hard. He is very well acquainted with how I abuse sex.
“Hard and fast, Bryant. Please.”
“Shut up,” he growls against my mouth. “You don’t make the rules.”
Did I say gentle? I only meant with my soul, because the filthy way he fucks is enough to make even the darkest of sinners seem like angels.
My insides melt, my chest heavy. I want to scream; the feeling is way too overwhelming. I want it to just be him and I and infinite time. I feel my addiction being fed through an IV.
He tugs his jeans down with one hand while keeping his other arm hooked around my waist. Slamming me against the wall on the patio, in the dark where no one can see, he tears off my shorts and his finger slowly dips inside of me.
“You wet for me or for him?” he asks, his finger hitting every nerve inside of me.
“You, only you.”
“Only you, what?”
I lick my lips.
He retracts his finger and presses his thumb roughly against my throbbing clit. “What, Isa?”
A scream erupts out of me as my hips buck, needing a release. Fucking Bryant is like chasing a pretty fairy unicorn, only when you finally catch it, you realize he’s really one of Satan’s hounds.
A soft whimper oozes from my lips, as I drop my forehead onto his shoulder. “Only you, daddy.” He knows I hate when I say it, and I know he loves when I do, but right now I’d give him anything just to have his cock deep inside of me, filling those broken parts.
He slips his tip over my entrance and enters me slowly. I whimper, cry, yelp as I open and stretch for his girth. “Oh my god.”
When he pulls out, the rim of his cock rubs over my G-spot and I lose it. My muscles spasm, my heart flatlines, and all too quickly my release fucking drowns me.
He slams his hand over my mouth to silence my screams as he fucks me raw up against the wall. With every thrust, I nibble on his palm, twisting and turning as my orgasms spill out of me.
“Fucking missed this pussy.”
He continues to thrash inside of me as if his cock is a weapon and he needs to destroy every inch of my insides. I clench around him like a vise, needing to soak up everything that he’s giving me, bullets and all.
Bet you did miss it.
His hand comes to the front of my throat and he squeezes until I can’t breathe. My fingernails dig into the flesh of his shoulders as his lips come back to mine. He grunts inside of my mouth until I taste his pleasure on the tip of my tongue. Bringing my fingers up to his face, he catches the red blood seeped into the tips and leans forward, wrapping his lips around my fingers and sucking the blood off. His lips crash onto mine as his pelvic bone thrusts over my clit. Sweat pours out of me with every second that passes, his arm hooking around my back to bring himself in closer. I need him closer. With his rock-hard chest against my nipples, his head sinks into the crook of my neck.
“Mine.”
The animalistic sounds he growls out every few seconds is enough to send me over the edge. Every time he drives inside of me, my body is thrust against the wall. I feel the warmth from that IV drip fill me like a fucking junkie does with heroin. He’s my drug and I’m his addict. Finally, he sucks my flesh into his mouth and all at once he bites down roughly, enough to draw blood. I feel my walls contract around him as cum drips down my thigh. My—I’ve lost count—orgasm slams into me at speeds I can’t calculate, just as Bryant hisses through clenched teeth, eyes rolled back. I feel his cock throb inside my swollen pussy as he empties himself inside of me. We take a few seconds to come down, our breathing ragged.