Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Then it happened. With a scream, I came. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. No amount of masturbation had ever given me what I was experiencing now. My orgasm rushed through me with the force of a detonation. I thrashed under him, meeting each thrust of his hips with one of my own. My pussy clamped down on him, making the throbbing of his cock that much more intense inside me.
Somewhere in the haze of my surroundings, I heard this man bellow to the ceiling, his cock growing impossibly bigger only to pulse inside me over and over. He shuddered around me as his own body went slick with sweat. The last thing I remember before I passed out was his hoarse groan.
“Fuck… me…”
Chapter Two
Cyclone
Sweet baby Jesus in the manger, my head fucking hurt. And yeah, Jesus had very little to do with it. I’d debased myself all on my own. The hangover, I’d been expecting. What I wasn’t expecting was the bare breast next to my mouth with the nipple just begging to be sucked. Without thinking, I snaked my tongue out and lapped at it.
Delicious.
The woman beneath me moaned, tunneling her fingers through my hair gently, almost tentatively. I took the nipple between my lips and sucked gently, loving the way it pebbled to my touch.
God, I wanted to fuck this woman again! I had vague memories of the pleasure I’d found with her the night before, but my head was having none of it. It felt like an ice pick stabbing into my temple.
With a groan, I moved to kiss between her delicate breasts before I looked up into her face… and froze.
She had a dreamy smile on her face, but her brows pinched together like she was in pain. Beautiful chestnut curls spread out like a halo over the pillow. Her eyes were closed, and she made a contented sound as she arched her back, offering her breast to me. She most definitely wasn’t a club girl. In fact…
“Willa?”
She frowned.
I couldn’t help but reach up to stroke the frown on her delicate lips. Then her cheek. “Hey, honey. Open your eyes for me.”
Her lashes fluttered before she followed my instructions and opened her dark brown eyes to look straight into mine. Eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her lips parted on a gasp. Then she groaned, her hand going to her head.
“Oh, God…”
“Headache?” It was a stupid question to ask, but I really had nothing else at the moment. I was in shock because, really, this couldn’t be happening.
“Yeah.” She swallowed, then her eyes opened in alarm. “Sick…”
I rolled off her, pulling her up with me to sit up in the bed. She gave a weak whimper before scooting to the edge and running toward the bathroom. I knew how she felt. My stomach was rebelling too. I took several deep breaths, trying to calm my roiling stomach. This was a serious clusterfuck.
Willa. Trucker’s daughter. Trucker, as in the road captain for Bones MC. Unless she’d somehow replaced the woman I’d been with all fucking night, I’d spent the entire night with the daughter of a truly massive man, fucking her senseless. Yeah. My life expectancy had just decreased dramatically. To make matters worse, I couldn’t be sure I wouldn’t seek her out in the future for more of what we’d done. Not only were the bits and pieces I remembered mind-blowing, I knew I wanted to experience this woman stone-cold sober, so I could enjoy every blistering second of fucking her sweet pussy.
My headache got worse.
The toilet flushed, and I hurried to sling on a pair of jeans as the woman in question stumbled out of the bathroom. She’d snagged one of my T-shirts from the bathroom to cover herself and kept her head down as she stood there. The only words I could use to describe the current situation was fucking awkward.
“You good?” It was a lame question.
“Yep.” She didn’t look at me, but crossed her arms over her chest and avoided my eyes. Her back was to the wall next to the bathroom, and she seemed to be trying to blend in with the flat surface. Which is when I noticed the condom wrappers.
There were at least six scattered over the floor. I guess that was something. Though I had no idea where I’d put what I’d used. Which was more than a little gross. But I was a guy and this was my space. The fact that it bothered me when it never would have before messed with my mind a little.
I looked back to Willa and had to shake my head. Which reminded me of the pounding headache I was trying to ignore. Never in my life had I seen a woman look so Goddamned sexy. She was small, with legs that seemed to go on for miles. All that curly hair fell in ringlets down her back nearly to her waist, surrounding her like a cape. Those dark brown eyes were large and round. Innocent. I had no doubt she’d never been in a situation like this in her life and probably never would be again.