Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 323(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“You surprised me,” he says into my mouth, only pulling back to lay me on his bed. My brand-new gown lays on the floor at his door, and I itch to pick it up. That thing cost me way too much to be sitting on someone’s floor, even if it is Stiles.
“I know how much you love surprises.” He does, this much I worked out early on. My hand runs down the front of his chest until I reach the top of his trousers. He smiles against my lips as he kisses me and my hand touches his cock.
One thing Stiles has helped me see.
I love sex.
And sex loves me.
It puts me in a happy place. I feel almost mighty when I’m fucking. Nothing about what we do is emotional. To him maybe, but to me, it’s pure unadulterated pleasure and nothing more. One that I can only fully reach when I’m in that moment.
Stopping and trying to work that out isn’t really something I want to do either, I just put it down to I like sex. I mean a girl can like sex as much as a man can, can’t she? I don’t see why not.
My shirt is off before I know it, and his follows closely behind. Followed by our bottoms. He doesn’t take long until he’s on top, his body weight pushing me down, suffocating me ever so nicely with his body. This feeling, it’s one of my favorite things. The weight of another, wanting you so bad that their body covers yours because they can’t get enough of you.
My hand goes to his hair as he positions himself at my entrance. My fingers pull, hard.
“We have to get ready soon,” he says as he slides into me.
“You have to shut up and fuck me.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He laughs as he moves. His hands creep all over me, his body suffocating me.
I love every minute of it.
Lips are hungry, bodies are starving. That’s how we see each other. Two people who fuck, and have the need to fuck more than we need to communicate.
And there is nothing wrong with that. I’m young. I shouldn’t have to worry about boys breaking my heart. That’s all one boy seems to do, while the other fucks me back into this world.
One doesn’t rule out the other, they just seem to have different roles in my life.
“Sass,” my name leaves his lips. The same way it always does as I start to come. My hands clench him, my legs wrap around him, to hold him even tighter as my body locks up, trying to hold onto the orgasm that’s flowing through my core. He rides it out with me, making it last even longer. He’s good at it. He’s learning. And the more time we spend together, the better it gets. He lays on top of me, his hands in my hair, as we both try to catch our breath.
“We need to do that again,” I say into his ear, biting it.
Stiles shakes his head. “We need to get ready, and you need to stop jumping me every chance you get.” He’s joking, well, I hope he is. He rolls off of me, sitting up, then looks down at my foot. “Are you sure that’s going to be okay for you to walk on?” He looks back at me, and his eyes scream something I’m not sure of.
“Yeah, I told you I’ll be fine.”
He nods his head. Naked, he stands. My eyes roam him, and I appreciate what I see. What I always see. The girls want him. He’s popular. Athletic. Yet, somehow he spends his nights with me.
“We have to be ready in twenty,” he tells me, looking at his watch and walking away. Something shifted right then and there, but I just am not sure what.
Chapter 21
One Year Later
Ryken
The nightlife is not what I thought it would be. It should have been smoother than what it is. But it’s fucking hard. Every morning I come home drained, never enough energy to deal with anything. Sometimes I even push Livia away when she wants to fuck. That isn’t who I am.
When I’m there, the buzz is high. Then as the night wears on and the morning comes around, I’m fucked from working fourteen-hour days.
Livia hates it. It’s been almost a year. My nineteenth birthday is pushing close, and Livia and I are still together. I haven’t seen Saskia for almost a year. Livia has made sure she’s never invited her to any family gatherings, and business has been keeping me way too busy to worry about anything.
Saskia hasn’t been on my mind as much either, thanks to work. Though, sometimes I think I see her. A glimpse of her, and my hands start to sweat, and I push through the crowds of the nightclub in hopes that it’s her. It never is. She’d be eighteen now. Finishing up her last year of school. I often wonder how much she’s changed. If she’s still the quiet girl I tried to hate, but couldn’t quite manage.